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Four Leaves and a Truck Door #1
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This photo came out prettier than the reality. Jack said he thought it was a curtain behind the leaves. But no, I was actually walking down a street on Potrero Hill (near where my old friend Ms. K once lived) and these dying leaves were hanging in front of the side of an old weathered and streaked truck door.
Somehow or other the light caught it just right.
My Heart is Blue
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It's the tree talking, not me (view it large). I'm feeling perfectly unblue. In fact, I'm smiling because I just found my best friend from sixth grade after googling her (something I've done before but never turned anything up). She's alive and well and living in Missouri...working as an oncology nurse and environmental activist. I'm hoping to chat with her on the phone soon. Last contact I had with her was back when I was in my twenties; she was living on a radical hippie commune and I was...floundering in Frisco (selling sandwiches out of a picnic basket for the Portable Picnic Company. . . or was I selling tacky metal etchings door to door on Valencia Street? Hard to recall.
Or was I working as a record store clerk in the financial district at the now defunct Odyssey Records? Or was I working as a receptionist at the Institute of Humanistic Psychology (now known as Saybrook Institute)? Or was I selling subscriptions to the SF Bay Guardian? I'm pretty sure I hadn't yet progressed to being a single welfare mother, so my friend doesn't know I'm a mom. I wonder if she is. So much to find out.
But first...Olivia and I are off to Potrero Hill to post Writing Salon flyers.
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I'm too sleepy to write more than a title!
Most adults in the United States, according to a show I just heard on NPR, get way too little sleep. We grownups need at least ... uh, I think it was nine or ten hours of sleep a night. Definitely not less. I can't remember for sure, because I haven't been sleeping enough.
But in lieu of a verbal post, I can offer you a tree and a wall.
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1. The pope's sky high hat and all the rest of his outfit
2. Made for the pope's visit: "Communion Training and Safety Video"
3. 3 million dollars spent on the pope's 2-day visit
Sheesh. This further validates my lifelong disdain for organized religion.
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This morning, as a new addition to my first round of pills and other health-building supplements, I swallowed (proudly, I must say) one of my homemade raw liver "pills." It took me half a Saturday (well, probably three hours) to cut up three pounds of raw organic grassfed beef liver into dozens upon dozens of small, capsule-sized pieces. I lined up all the "pills" on squares of tin foil, maybe 50 pills per foil.
Then I stacked three or four of these foil squares one atop the other, and slid them into a large ziploc freezer bag. I ended up with a fairly large stack of these freezer bags, which I then put into the freezer. After two weeks (time enough to kill any bad bacteria by freezing), I am now able to pop one raw liver pill per day.
Liver is one of those "super" foods. It contains more nutrients, gram for gram, than anything else. Not only that, it also contains the mysterious "anti-fatigue factor." You can read more about it here.
In addition to my liver pill, I also took my: cod liver oil, Chinese herbs, Vitamin D, Vitamin E, Vit. B12, selenium, Iodoral (iodine), mammary PMG, and Immuplex (the last two are special/unusual supplements that I order from Standard Process, via my doctor Thomas Cowan. If you go to the Standard Process website, you can see what these pills contain; it's interesting, particularly if you're working to strengthen your immune system and fight breast cancer.
When I eat breakfast, I'll take another round of goodies: Curcumin, COQ10, more iodine, Super Eff (another unusual one from Standard Process), Spanish Black Radish (another unusual one from Standard Process), and Vit. B3.
Breakfast today will be a smoothie made from: plain kefir, Odwalla supermonster blueberry drink, one raw egg yolk from pastured chickens, a tablespoon of high quality coconut oil, a tablespoon of high quality green powder from Wilderness Family Naturals (dried but not heated at high temperatures, to keep enzymes intact), and a quarter tsp. of Vit. C powder.
I never did any of this stuff before my BC diagnosis. It's kind of amazing how many things I do now that I didn't do before BC, including walking all over creation several times a week, and taking photos (these two activities go hand in hand, actually, and so I would have to say that gettting BC indirectly "caused" me to take up photography. Or served as a catalyst. Hmmm. I guess I should thank my BC for "encouraging" this new creative outlet. I DO thank it, actually. Oddly. I also thank it for turning me on to far infrared saunas! And for helping me learn how to stress less about stupid work stuff.
Must get to work now.
Waiting at the CrissCross Bustop: 30th and Mission
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Abigail's Journey to a Question
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It was a vagina of many lips, crevices, ripples, folds and depths. A vagina of great beauty and mystery. When Abigail saw it on the tree trunk (masquerading as bark) of course she pulled out her camera and took a picture.
Later, after the vagina had been printed, she marveled at its colors and textures. There were shades of red that she didn't have any names for, and folds of pinkish tan flesh that swirled and coalesced around them to form a blatantly lovely invitation.
One day not so far away, time would turn the surface of her photograph yellow. Knowing this, Abigail went ahead and fed her heart while she could with vaginal-like thoughts of gone by silkiness and flowerings, emotional battlefields, hysterical bloody drumbeats followed by moments of sublime, fulfilled calm.
She went through the Long List of all those with whom she had shared her own vagina, ticking them off in alphabetical order. Every time she re-did this list, she remembered someone she had forgotten to include the last time, or forgot someone she had formerly included. Anselm, Bill, Beau Bob and Brad. Charlie, Darius, David and Don. . . . . Paul, Sam, Ted, Tom. . . and so on and so forth, all the way to dear old Zack.
Before she knew it, noon had passed her by. She had not yet taken her laptop, with its broken inner cable – the one that controlled the appearance and disappearance of images on the screen -- to the local repair shop. She had not yet gotten around to duplicating the all-important keys to the supremely important doors. As for the graying roots of her hair, needless to say, they had not yet been dyed.
She began to make a mental list of all her other incompletions. Things she wanted to start but hadn't yet started. Things she wanted to change but hadn't yet changed. Things she wanted to stop but hadn't yet stopped. Things she wanted to do… Things she wanted to say. . .. things she wanted to learn . . feelings she wanted to express …
. . . but the vagina on the tree interrupted her with a question: "Forget about those lists," it said. "Speak to me instead. Think about what you really want to know, then ask me a question."
William at His Softest
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Hello Ms. K! This is mostly for you. I took this when we were with Will at Farley's. Did I ever show you? I don't think so.... I kinda like it.
Car Door 1
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My latest email from son Will, below. Note the innovative spelling. As he explores New Zealand, Spain, Greece and Sweden, I move deeper into agave, tree bark, and car doors.
Mom, I am writing you now from Ibiza, Spain. I am here on vacation with Brad and Raph. It´s a small island off the south coast in the Medeteranian... warm sun, blue water, beaches, no stress.
We just took a boat over from Mallorca. We will stay here for five days,
and then we head to Sweden to do shows for two weeks. After that it´s vacation time in Greece! 12 days! We are going to go island hoping and see what we can find. I hear it is amazing.
Then we head to Brighton England for a festival, then Switzerland, Barcelona, and i forget after that... I head back to Montreal on July 19th. Crazy huh?
I am doing fine, trying to adjust to the change still, but I can´t complain. I hope you doing well, not stressing too much about work, and enjoying the little things in life. Everybody here is so low key and relaxed... I think they are on to something. Anyway, I will keep in touch. Love you.
Convergence
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Thanks to my little Olivia who so loves to walk.... today a fence, a sidewalk, and a colorfully barky little tree were gracious enough to pose for me.
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9:15 a.m. Friday morning. I woke up at 3:45 a.m., started to fall back asleep, and then our sprinkler system came on at 4 a.m. Cliff Note Version: Loud noise directly under my head.
When that was over with, I next heard a tap tap tapping on the hardwood floor. Reecy had been asleep under the bed, unbeknownst to moi. She had decided it was time to get up for some good old hearty meowing and prowling.
I got out of bed to kick her out of the room. By this time it was nearing 4:30 a.m. I spent another half hour pretending to be drifting back to dreamland. Then I made myself a cup of coffee.
I'm thinking maybe a nap at 10 a.m?
Bark Abstract II
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Amazing how interesting a tree trunk can become as you stand waiting for your dog to sniff and sniff and sniff and finally maybe also pee.
Other than that, what? Um....work! Oh, and a confession. The day before yesterday it occurred to me that I have been extremely, astonishingly good about not eating so much sugar, esp. not Hagen Daaz ice cream. I couldn't even remember the last time I had tasted any. We're talking maybe a year?
So I begged Jack to bring me back a pint of Vanilla Swiss Almond from Good Life. He did. That was Tuesday night. Now it is Thursday morning and boy that ice cream was good. I did not share it with Jack. I will be working off the calories for the next month. But it was so good. More than good. I had hoped that perhaps it wouldn't be as good as I remembered. But no. I pretty much orgasmed with every bite.
Now it's back to austere sugar behavior.
Thank you
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