Just before entering Allann Bros I imagine that I see my friend Maram on her bicycle coming home from school and (having just past a theatre where the Hurt Locker is playing) adding to that imaginary scenario that we have a few moments of face to face and I suggest we see it together. "I'll buy," I say in my moment that never happens. Instead I walk into Allann Bros., order my favorite panini and Assam tea, then wander about for a table, with my 'side of soy' precariously balanced on top of my cup of Assam.
After lunch I head up Fifth street and though I have seen this house hundreds of times before, the lighting is making it stand out more then usual today.
I post it on FB via my Pixster application noting how the white magnolia blossoms are scattered around the stark black volcanic rocks. By now I have noticed I am almost a completely different person than the one who set out just a few hours ago. My psyche has done what I call a '180'.
I continue up 5th street and because I don't really want to hear the traffic I turn south onto Tyler. It is not my usual way home so even without really looking for, I am sure to find more 'mini miracles'. After a treacherous crossing of hwy 99 I come across a mailbox full of surprises.
......knowing tomorrow it will be re-arranged again by perhaps even the postal person. Is this just a simple way to keep one worker from going postal? The poetry kit gets the best and the worst of me with a few simple re-arrangements....
Above can certainly be said to be better than below....
But perhaps it is the appearance of the "P" word that has me judging. Or perhaps the "I feel no children feed". Whatever; (I flip my hand in my San Francisco accent) it was fun enough to get me home with some new ideas about how to proceed on a piece I am doing.... and a fun little blog entry to share with all of you.