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Riffing on Remembering

I remember the smell

of rain

on asphalt

of sprinklers

on blacktop

they are different

in their sameness

I remember

swimming in a trash can

in a Coleman cooler

making games of the mundane

playing make believe

playing drums on pots and pans

trapeze and circus on a

plywood ramp

slip and sliding on black construction tarp

splashing in the rain

in a makeshift slicker

climbing trees

picking homegrown fruit

hide & seek

I remember

vaguely

memories of early morning school

routine

waking before the sun

walking to the bus stop

waiting near the rocks

I remember

the smell of cigarette smoke on 

pleather interior

half sticks of doublemint gum

bubble gum in dad’s pocket

the smell of exhaust in the back of the

big green

truck

the sound of sports radio

before click it

or

ticket

was law

I remember being followed by the moon

in the big blue station wagon

on the way home from the drive-in

after watching an animated

film

about rodents who rescue

and a gem

sewn into the belly of a teddy

bear

I remember my dad

barrel chested with dark hair

Mimi’s violets

My mother with a handkerchief in her hair

girl scout camp

making fires

soap on a rope in a nylon tied to a milk jug

breakfast cereal

early morning hikes

I remember old friends

alex and kenny

jennifer jeannie marcy and amy

charlene and jeremy

jessica ryan josh and jeff

matt and kurtis

I remember my teachers

Mr. Rogers

Mrs. Travis

learning my abcs and finger painting

I remember montessori and sewing a button

a black and white checked floor

I remember sister Gladys in her habit

I remember the tree swing and a boy named Devin Green

I remember my first kiss

and running across wet grass in the middle of the night

sharing a room with 3 sisters

then with 2

then with one

then having a room of my own

I remember dad mowing the lawn

My mom in a red cap and gown standing at the top

of our driveway

with a baby in her belly

I remember holding my baby sister’s hand

through the slats of the crib

and drifting off to sleep with her

tight grasp on my finger

I remember growing corn and spinach

building forts

when a t-shirt, dress slip and belt

was transformed through

imagination

into the most elegant evening gown

I remember carving pumpkins

dying Easter eggs

making chocolate covered pretzels

and Christmas candy treats

hanging snowflakes from the ceiling

and stockings from the mantle

I remember believing in Santa Claus

and my heart beat in my ear drums on a feverish night

popsicles for a sore throat

and the aroma of vick’s vapor rub

I remember

my yellow bike

beanbags

headphones

my pink boombox

the first day of school

and the next first day of school

and the next

and the next

and on

and on

I remember what I was wearing each of those first days

the babysitter Bridget

with the long ponytail and glasses

a man named Pineapple and his lovely wife with the red hair

she made glistening ornaments for the tree

and one I still have

I remember

Christmas mornings and especially

the one when I got the slippers

I remember my childhood

without a  linear timeline

in snapshots

in glimmers

in dreamy moments

and in that moment in my dreams

I remember

with sadness and with joy

in no particular order

and in a flood of images and emotions

I remember in new ways

the things I have forgotten

when I witness you experiencing your life moments for the first time

what a glorious gift

you

have

given me

my life memories

remembered in a

new way

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Catch Me I’m Falling

Consider this a ping back to a beautiful post written today by Mama Mary. Please read that first before continuing below. I commented there on her site,  but am re-posting my comments (expanded) here, because it was a bit cathartic in nature and reminded me of something  that’s been on my mind — something I should be writing about here more often.

I had a visitation dream a couple of weeks ago and it was so vivid and real –  when I woke up I couldn’t shake the feeling of my Dad being here, alive, somewhere close by. Truth be told: I didn’t want to shake it. It did make for some emotional and confusing days where I really questioned if he was gone, or just in another state/place/town somewhere living in witness protection or something. This is so weird, but it gives me comfort, the idea the he really is still here; somewhere. The visits are so fortifying in a strange way.

This terminology “dream visitation”/”visitation dream” was something that came to me when I first started having these experiences. I was trying to find a way to articulate; to describe in proper and accurate terms what these dream visits felt like. They were new experiences with my father; not memory dreams. They were visits, so this was an organic way to describe them.  I would awake from them feeling like I had just really spent some time with him. In my dreams his death was always a given, it wasn’t as if I was dreaming that he had never died, but more like he was newly ALIVE. For me, in this realm of slumber, he was resurrected and REAL. They continue to this day, as recent as a couple of weeks ago. They are farther apart in time now, but when they happen they still leave me with that sense of comfort that I’ve just spent some quality time with Dad.

It wasn’t until later that I realized my own terminology was not my own, but something more universal and widely used. I mean, I can link to a definition of what it means…so that should tell you how common and REAL these visitation dreams are for people who have lost loved ones. This is REAL and anyone who has experienced one can confirm the same.

Mary wrote about a moment of dialogue on a recent episode of Grey’s Anatomy that caused her to sob over the loss of her father, who died after a long battle with cancer 8 years ago. A single instance of dialogue from a fictional TV show was a catalyst for her emotional release.  For those of us who have lost loved ones — OUR DADS — those moments don’t ever stop. There are emotional triggers and catalysts in abundance at times,  and they come to us unpredictably and swiftly. They bring you back to raw emotion and debilitating grief as if the death was yesterday; today; now. In this moment.

They prick your soul in the place where Dad’s spirit dwells; they can really be paralyzing. But, they also serve to remind us of our loss, a deep and empty void, so that we can fill it up with love and joyful memory.  But first, it is the sadness and heartache that has been carved there, in the wellspring of our souls, that we must fall into — through some kind of blind and trusting faith — in order for Dad’s spirit to catch us there. And when he does — catch us —  it’s indescribably comforting.

Thanks, Mama Mary, for your thought-provoking post.

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La Puerta Roja

As promised…. our newly painted — lucky –  front door.

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Best New/Retro/Reinvented Candy Ever

Dear Ferrara Pan,

Thank you. Seriously. Thank you!

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My dentist is not so happy, but I am thrilled.

Sincerely,

A Very Pleased Fan Nearing Sugar Induced Coma.

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In Fall Bloom on All Hallow’s Eve

It’s been a crazy month with a 5 week long event at my place of work — it’s been a lot of hard work, but the pay off has been awesome: a lot of happy children and families creating wonderful memories!

We even made some memories for ourselves!

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We’ve been working on making some more memories of our own in my little family unit. I’ve been doing some planting in the yard with my Mom and on my own, which has been surprisely enjoyable.  Bubs has been playing with rocks and getting to know his new environment at our home. Both D and I have been busy with work, so we are looking forward to some family time in the next couple of weeks. I’ve got a month’s worth of Grey’s Anatomy to catch up on, and I think our DVR has stopped recording Project Runway because it was pissed off at me.

Our new bed frame and headboard are still sitting unassembled in the entryway and against  the wall next to our bed (respectively).  Hopefully once we “fall back” tomorrow night we’ll be able to take care of some of these things around the house we’ve been planning to do.

We have fresh paint on the front door — hooray, hurrah! (pics to come)

And, last night I found the time to do a little pumpkin carving in prep for the Halloween festivities tomorrow. ELMO

 

Warning: Do not attempt to carve a pumpkin with a tea spoon. It’s a bust. I should have listened to the voice in my head that said to spring for the proper tools. I need to get some clay and linoleum cutting tools in my Christmas stocking. I can’t wait to unpack the boxes in the garage and clear the way for my art/studio space where I will have quick access to all my supplies and more! That all said, I think pumpkin Elmo resembles Elmo enough to get a PASS — at least Bubs thinks so, and that’s who I carved it for anyway. :)

Bubs is really enjoying the festive decorations and piles of pumpkins everywhere you look.  Our neighborhood is in the spirit, and many other yards/doorways and even rooftops are decorated for the occasion. It’s pretty cool. Our neighbors are even doing this little activity that we’ve been doing at work for years — it’s called “Boo-ing” your neighbor. You leave a little Halloween poem and some treats with a picture of a ghost on 2 of your neighbors doorsteps (so much better than a flaming bag of poo!); then the poem instructs them to do the same thing to two other neighbors. Before you know it, your hood has gone all viral — Halloween style!  It’s a really fun way to get in the spirit and share some treats with your neighbors in a secret-Santa-moonlighting-as-jack-skelington kind of way for Halloween.

D loves Halloween — it was our first “holiday” in our very early courtship, so it holds nice memories for us. I think Bubs is enjoying it, too, which makes it even more fun for us. He says “Punky! Punky!” for pumpkin! So cute. We’ve almost got him to say something resembling “Trick or Treat!”

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He’s got a lot of words these days; they just keep coming — tumbling out  of his mouth. It’s wonderful to watch his development — not so much the development of his tantrum style, which we are seeing a bit of in the last week, but still, he’s growing so fast and he is such a doll face.

It’s been almost one year since I’ve been back to work from maternity leave, and it’s been hectic/wonderful/stressful/fulfilling/inspiring/sad at times but mostly good. I still hate to drop off Bubs at day care, but I know he’s in good hands and he’s really enjoying the socialization with his buddies there.  There is a lovely Liquid Amber tree outside the house where he goes to daycare, and he loves to pick up the fallen leaves, crunch them with his feet and run about on the grass at the end of the day when I pick him up. Here are some pics from the ride home a couple of days ago — Bubs enjoying the “leaf! leaf!”

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On My Mind – An Inarticulate and Unordered List

I’m 95% sure that the rash I had during my pregnancy with Bubs, which continued — cyclically –after my pregnancy, and has now returned full force, can be attributed to my pre-natal vitamin. I think I am allergic to it. Sunnova-

I started taking my vitamins again pretty consistently about a month and 1/2 ago,  and lo and behold the rash is BACK.  And, NO, I am not pregnant.

Where did lo and behold come from? Must google search.

Is it time to give Bubs a haircut again? D is really pressuring me to cut his hair, but I really don’t want to yet. I think his hair is adorable – curly cues and all. I have already had it cut once, and yes, he’s probably due for a trim, but I’m not ready to cut off all his baby curls yet. No am not.

Vacation. I need some. I would like some relaxed vacation time on a beach somewhere far away. Tropical Island style. Preferably Big Island.

My happy place on the lava fields.

Rainbows. Bubs totally digs them right now. He’s also really into the Moon.

My mom gave him a lovely book called Moonsong Lullaby about the Cherokee moon traditions. She had it in her drawer stowed away and found it the other day. She knows about Bubs’ current interest in the moon and so she inscribed the front cover and gave it to him last night. It’s a lovely gift and will be treasured always.

My mom rocks.  She helped me plant some things in the yard a couple of weeks ago after our landscape contractor “completed” their job, took our money and ran. Completed is a totally relative term, especially for a contractor that refuses to respond to your emails and calls when the plants they have guaranteed start to die. I’m contemplating just how it is that I will throw them under the bus. Or maybe I’ll just let the karma of the bonzai Jedi befall them.

They did a horrible job with the planting, it was totally underwhelming and not what we expected. Don’t show me pictures of the yard full grown if you are going to plant seedpods. Geesh. It was a total bate and switch.  It was really disappointing to look at their finished product and have a empty feeling of “This is it?” So mom took me to the Flower Mart and we purchased some succulents to help fill in the space and make it look a lot nicer. We are going drought resistant with the landscape. Trying to be water wise. We pulled and cleaned some large rocks off the slope in the back yard and used them in the landscape around the front of the house. I must admit, this will be one of my favorite memories with my mom. Working side by side with her, our hands in the dirt, planting the yard at my new home. So there, something good did come of the shoddy job we hired someone else to do.

Last night she came over for dinner, and while I made dinner, she planted some addition coral aloe and other succulents that she dug up from her own yard to give to us. She’s pretty amazing, and the yard looks about 100x better than it did a couple of weeks ago. Thanks Mom!

I love my new red door. It’s lucky. We are totally happy with the paint — interior and exterior — thanks to Mario, Richard and Brian at Crown Co.

I wish there were more hours in the day so I could split them as follows – sleeping and cuddling.

My friend Cameron is opening an new restaurant, and I am not sure if I can make it down to his soft opening. I’m so proud of him for having the gumption to take his dreams and make them a reality. You go, Cam!

My sister just got one of those beauty mark piercings and I don’t hate it at all.  I thought I would, but it looks nice on her and will be even prettier when she can switch the stud out to a smaller gauge/more delicate sparkle.

Bubs’ Elmo costume rocks! He was like a SuperStar at Brick or Treat on Saturday. Everyone passing by us would squeal with delight, “ELMO!” Kids and parents, too. It was so cute, and the nice part was he just smiled through it all. He’s not afraid of attention. Uh oh.

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I wonder how much longer my new west elm king size bed frame and head board are going to sit in pieces in my front entryway before I get the motivation to haul the boxes upstairs and force my husband to help me assemble the frame and head board? I probably would have done it by now, but I’m pretty sure it’s a two person job.

I think our new mattress is too soft for my back. No joke.

We need to find a reliable and trustworthy nighttime babysitter that isn’t a blood relative. I just need more options. 

We need to get healthy and I need to drop a few lbs.

When is a good time to have another baby?

Where am I going to find the right towels for the downstairs bathroom, and I probably should start hanging pictures on the wall?

Should we have Thanksgiving dinner at our house?

Oh my god. It’s been a year since my brother in law died of cancer. Oh my god. How could it be so? I can’t believe a year has already passed and I that much life has already been lived in his absence. He is deeply missed and I am constantly amazed at my sister’s strength and determination to keep on living and make a life for her and her boys.

I have to stop taking my prenatal vitamin to see if this rash will go away.  It’s driving me nuts.

I love my family.

What’s the story with these news stories?

Balloon Boy Hoax. This one pisses me off since I was really worried (along with the rest of the world, or at least my office) about that little boy. Dang it.

Jane Doe Amnesiac n NYC. I guess her name is  now known. What is the story with this kid and what’s happening to her? What’s the deal with her dad and her mom who passed away? How does something like this happen and what are the other pieces of the puzzle?

Are we really still at war? How could there be so many people dying every day in other parts of the world, and how it is that is has so little effect on us — unless we stop to think about it? It’s utterly perplexing. 

How does someone train their body to run 13 miles? To run 26 miles? I am so proud of my friend Mama Mary.  It makes me tired just thinking about how far she ran.

Is Bubs really as smart as I think he is or am I just biased?

I just got invited to some neighborhood activities in my new neighborhood. That makes me feel all warm inside. We are officially living in suburbia.

I miss my Dad. I’m pretty sure he knows.

It sucks when people die young. When they go before their time. It sucks when people die. Period. It sucks. It sucks when it’s a shock, and it also sucks when you have to watch them deteriorate in front of your eyes. There is nothing that DOESN”T suck about people dying when you are in the middle of it, or happen to be close to it when it happens.

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15 Months

Been Busy.

Been Swamped.

Been Moving.

Been to San Francisco.

Saw Green Day’s Musical, American Idiot over the weekend at Berkeley Rep, and it was electrifying. Still needs a bit of work, but would recommend it to almost anyone even in the current shape it’s in.

 Bubs had his first plane trip to San Fran. We got to visit with Aunt Julie and that was so cool.

We are still living in piles of stuff in the new house, but I have surrendered to the chaos. Embraced it, in fact.

How could I not with this little precious one tugging on my sleeve.

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Bubs continues to be amazing and funny and talkative — even in his sleep.  He takes after his Mama in this way.

The dust is still not clear, but I couldn’t go another day without celebrating our little big man.

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Bubs, you are 15 months old. My little man. You are funny and delightful and you did such a great job on the plane to see your Auntie Julie. You weigh nearly 30lbs and everyone is surprised when they ask how old you are when we reply “15 months!” You are big and strong; adventurous and so very smart. You love music and dancing; Sesame Street and you are particularly in love with Elmo at the moment. When we were in San Francisco you played Uncle Rafi’s piano and did so with gusto and a surprising sense of musicality for a little one like yourself. Your Daddy wants to buy you a piano immediately. The last couple of months have  been a busy time for our little family, and I know you are adjusting to life in our new home. You think downstairs is “home” when you are upstairs, and ask to go “home” to the upstairs when you are downstairs. I’m sure it’s a little confusing for you, but I think you are enjoying learing to use the stairs. You are doing so great!   We love with everything in our hearst and beyond, little man, and can’t wait to make lots more memories as we build our home together.

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Wanted: This Power

From the Poetry Archives.

I need a little bit of this power right about now. Consider this a SUMMONING.

THIS POWER

IT RISES UP INSIDE ME LIKE
LAVA

CHANGING WATER INTO BREATH
PAIN INTO JOY
FEAR INTO STRENGTH
DREAMS INTO REALITY

THIS POWER
INSIDE OF ME
FILLS ME
WITH DELIGHT

MAKES ME WHOLE

THIS POWER
INSIDE OF ME
MAKES ME
DESIRABLE
DESTINED
DETERMINED

IT MAKES ME
SHAPES ME
SHAPES MY SOUL
AND SPIRIT

THIS POWER
INSIDE OF ME
MAKES ME
WARM
BOLD
BRAVE

IT WAKES ME
TO WRITE
SING
CREATE

BECKONS MY MUSE
TO
INSPIRE ME

THIS POWER
INSIDE OF ME
FEELS LIKE BLISS

WHEN I AM WITH YOU, THIS POWER INSIDE ME IS TWO-FOLD

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We Have Keys

Been flying low. Swoop swoop.

We completed the purchase of our new house this week and have keys in hand.

Holy balls, what a process! And, truly, it’s just beginning since we have some stuff to take care of before move in, then move it and all the other details.

Did I mention I am ramping up to the busiest time of year at work for me?

This is me freaking out just a little bit.
No time for blogging or other social media these past few days. Promise I’ll be back soon.

Oh yes, and my camera broke, so no current pictures. Bleh.

Do you know how hard it is to use a disposable camera to capture pictures of your 1 year old?

It’s Hard. But, I can’t wait to get that disposable developed to see what comes out. Will share for sure.

The whirlwind continues, but I’m tired of looking at my smug mug from Comic Con on this front page of my blog.

So, for your viewing pleasure and a welcome change of scenery…please enjoy some old pictures, that I believe hold up pretty well.

Like, for instance, this beautiful picture of Luau Sunset on the Big Island. That was a nice time.

Peace&Strength And this photo from a special place on the Big Island.  My Happy Place.

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The Geek In Me

Comic-Con is ON! That’s right folks this week/end marks the 40th Anniversary of the SDCC.

I’ve been pretty lucky in that my job has allowed me to visit the SDCC on several occasions in consecutive years to get my FULL ON GEEK ON.

Booya!

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My first visit to the SDCC was over 10 years ago, when I was at my previous job and had to escort one of our actors for a panel discussion. What an eye opening experience that was, and I’ve been totally hooked ever since.

It’s a good thing I married D because he has allowed the geek in me to really flourish — especially at times like these.  We geek out together on things like Torchwood and Fringe and X-Files,  and the best show ever to be aired on Television: Battlestar Galactica.

So, yesterday morning as I arrived early to start my shift on the floor of the convention center,  I walked right by Admiral Adama in the FLESH — he was setting up for his table signing/autograph session at his booth. I was awestruck and also stuck in my tracks. I think I actually said aloud “Are You Kidding Me?” I told him I thought his show was beautiful and stammered over my words and he told me HE CAME JUST FOR ME. Oh my god, you guys! Edward James Olmos kind of/sort of flirted with the geek in me! It was so RAD. I was totally not prepared for this, how could I not be prepared. Silly girl, it’s Comic-Con! But still. It caught me off guard. I was dumbstruck, fumbling, starstruck. I loved BSG and I thought his work on that show was SUPERFINE. I shook his hand, said THANK YOU and went to work.

So then, at the end of my day, on my way out, I passed by the table again. People were trying to snap his picture and I was, too, until I realized that he didn’t want any candids and people were actually paying cold hard cash to have their picture taken with him. So, out of respect (and because I am not THAT starstruck), I stopped taking pics of him and Saul Ty and the cool Centurion walkaround people.

Instead, I asked the girl at his table if they had any info on THE PLAN, and she asked him if he did, and then he said SURE and then he beckoned me over to the table. I squatted down at the table, nose to nose with him and he chatted with me for a few minutes about The Plan and what to expect and when it would be released and how excited we both were about it and how much we both loved the show and it was the best on TV and OH MY GOD I TOTALLY HAD AN ARTICULATE CONVERSATION WITH ADMIRAL ADAMA. I had a chance to apologize for my shock earlier in the day and we carried on like two sane people having a little chit chat. Then we shook hands again — I think he winked at me — and I went on my merry way in a total geek’d out battlestar buzz.

It was pretty cool.

Let me just say it again, Comic-Con ROCKS!

I get to go back and work another shift on Sunday. Even though it’s work, I’m TOTALLY looking forward to it.

One of these days (when I’m not on the “clock”) I’m going to really geek out and try to squeeze my chee chees back into this little halloween get up, which is a few years old now. That boustier is custom made y’all.

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