Today i was so tired i thought I couldn't make it thru my shift at the coffeeshop...all the caffeine in the world at my behest and it did no damned good. Tired of never-ending endings..waking up without hope, fed up with political "short bus" world views...just fucking tired across the spectrum of my life.
Then, mom came to spend the night and we went to dinner at POP and half the coffeeshop customers were at dinner and they were all so happy eating and laughing and their cute babies waved and hugged and blew kisses all thru dinner and I couldn't help but smile and laugh and hug back and then I felt awake and silly to have been so low...
Mom and I watched Countdown, a ritual I have come to love, and we bitched about politics and laughed and swore at the pundits. Then, Katia called and I booked my flight to collect her and her belongings for the journey back home from Philly...ten minutes later Jessica called and said she was probably moving to Colorado...one daughter home, one off to explore love and potential...life...life..she's right, it is her turn to leave the safety of home and learn about life and what she's made of...bittersweet. I have to see it as forward motion and a chance for me to get to know Colorado... make lemonade mary...
Dori came over and we sat on the deck, after mom went to bed. We talked about the boys and the wonderous "village" we live in where people have stepped up to house and love the boys, now all safely placed and cared for. Damn, how I love my neighborhood and the people who live in it and are so honorable when push comes to shove...
Cry baby me, but grateful cry baby....we talked about the boys, their crazy broken mom, our own kids, hope for the future, politics, food, wine, friends...then on to the best story ever! the story about Wausau and the heroin addicts camping in the woods, chicken stealers who decided they couldn't butcher them so instead decided to just toss them feathers and all alive into the fire cuz they were hungry...didn't work so well the flaming chickens escaped and ran thru the woods ablaze and then one of the addicts who part time worked at a bbq place chased them with a keg of bbq sauce after they ran around fully afire. and one of the other junkies was confused and wanted to know if he was basting them or trying to put out the fire....JEEZUZ PEOPLE ARE CRAZY!
So, at the end of the day, I conclude; God bless good stories about people SoOOOOooo much crazier than me...nothing better than laughing till cabernet comes out your nostrils.
Tomorrow I will rescue a broken tree and swipe sumac for my friend's garden...and laugh while I do it. Ninja tree swiper me Wednesday, tattoo completion, a metaphor for my looney life inked across my back in all of it's colorful glory...mary cassidy sprung forth, at last! Then to cap it all off , art time with Jay...what coukld be better? Nada
So, tomorrow I will wake up to the life I have, in all of it's splendor...grateful for every fucking thing...including the image of chickens running thru a forest on fire chased by a man with bbq sauce...
who needs movies after all of this?
Slante
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