Monday, November 28, 2005
Burnt-down houses, The Christmas Star, and New York City
Current mood: crazy
And it burns burns burns, that Ring of Fire, that Ring of Fire. So, cold and rainy and Christmastime again. Yay yay. Cranberry popcorn strings round your tree, little sparkly lights all over, weird green and red hair ties and socks and bells and hats and scarves and mystery girls. I mean, half of it makes me frigging sick. The other half, the REAL half, I adore and love so much in my heart. Like, theater kids in mittens, and late night drives to see what Christmas house looks the best in lights, and snow, and rock and roll shows that smell like cinnamon, and presents for your favorite friends, and getting smashed at holiday parties and kissing. And The Small One, what baby Jesus really means, you know, helping old ladies cross the street in your arm and extra people smiling at each other, and singing with friends and just holding and spreading LOVE in your heart to every person you meet EVERYWHERE YOU GO. I try to keep it true to the old tymes man. All that cardy card stuff though sucks, like you might as well send an E-Christmas to everyone you know, and think it counts. I posted a bulletin for any true-lovers out there who want to join me in the holiday cheer of playing music and singing it out to seniors in homes. This has been a goal of mine for a long time, and every Christmas, it just has not happened. This year’s different. If anyone wants to collaborate with me, in any way, please call on. Alsoooo, if I ever told you I would help book you a show and have not, take this winning chance to affect your elders. Later we can go on a tour through all of the West Coast Care Homes 06. Oh my gosh, talk about a documentary.
ok. Last night, at the end of an innocent game of Scrabble, my bookshelf caught afire. I mean, a large flame was poofing up from the wall and my bookshelf! I blew it out with my amazing pirate breath and the five foot flame disappeared! I must say, I have magical powers. The wall was fine, but the side of my bookcase is now blackened.That has never happened -in my presence- before... Art and Bri were over too, we all ran around fanning towels and blankets to get the smoke out. Yet, once upon a time, my lovely sister lost her house to a fire, and I was sharing it with her as well, but vacationing in distant Europe and New York City when the fire broke out ON HER BIRTHDAY. Our beautiful little sweetie weird-heart cat, Boo, passed on to kitty heaven, due to smoke inhalation. The firemen carried her out. Heather( my beautiful sister) was on a Greyhound bus zipping cross the whole country to meet me at Port Authority in NYC when it happened. She learned of it somewhere in Illinois, and had just enough time to fall into a state of shock and disbelief as people beckoned her to get back on the bus before she was left stranded. She told me she just stared out the window, that time, through Cleveland, Pennsylvania, tears streaming, mostly about Boo, I would think. Though the actual fire BEGAN in her kitchen in her beloved 50 childhood diaries which were in a plastic trunk of sorts.
This story could go on forever. To put it in a nutshell, my airline lost my luggage, Greyhound lost her luggage, and we met in a state of wretchedness at the bus station with no clothes, no home, and no luggage. I mean we weren't physically NAKED, but we were out there, dude. OUT THERE. Talk about a trip. It was my 2nd time to Manhattan, and her first. We didn't even have a place to stay, we'd come unprepared on purpose not knowing the state of emergency that would ensue in our minds. And then we had a week to just have fun and get over it in New York City. Three days later our suitcases arrived, seperately. An angel named Jonathan, an artist, had taken us in- in his West Village brownstone. I had met him back in Sevilla, Spain. Can't wait to go back to Gypsytown, Spain.
Currently listening :
Have a Holly Jolly Christmas
By Burl Ives
Release date: By 01 June, 1995
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