Shaking up Thanksgiving
Wednesday, November 25, 2009 | | 0 Comments
Who's Cooking?
So.... I'm getting to work on it all. Just stopped in to say,
Monday, November 23, 2009 | | 3 Comments
Twice... It's not false advertising afterall
This all stems from events of the night that I will now back up and tell you about.
Garth sucked on stage tonight, but it really didn't matter. The whole show was bad for the most part. Some comedian had not shown up so everyone else had to extend their set by like 10 minutes, which is a lifetime on stage when you were just prepared for eight. But the venue was so small, it just became a dialog with the audience for the most part. It lapsed into a really good show somewhere along the way.
I said goodbye to him on the same street where we had said hello hours earlier. He walked me to my truck that was parked in front of the Gilbert Ortega Gallery. I had packaged up the remnants of our time together to be returned to him in a Macy's bag, along with his birthday gift. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. Choking back what I wanted to say, I kissed him, said "Happy Birthday" instead. His face broke into a slow and lopsided grin and we stood there, two people sharing a common thread, two souls, one common heart if only for an instant. And then he was gone.
Standing in front of a mirror in the bathroom of some bar tonight, she looked back at an aging woman with deeply sad eyes. Thin pale lips smiled back at her in the bathroom mirror. Her hair is now the length of a crew cut and a color she has not worn before in this lifetime. The bald patches can still be covered but she wonders how far pride is going to keep her struggling with it. She's been faking too many smiles in recent months. She's been grinning-and-bearing far more than her soul would prefer. She has lost track of what she looks like in the outward sense of things and has gone on this rather inward, Rip-Van-Winkle journey. Perhaps she woke up a little tonight?
She takes a deep breath while washing her hands...
...and begins to ponder that it might be best to stop writing about herself in the third person and get some rest.

Thank you and Goodnight!
Monday, November 23, 2009 | | 3 Comments
Looking Forward
For today, I'm putting my myriad of worries on a back shelf. I have gift boxes to make for Thanksgiving and I need to post those that are going to far flung friends. I'm happy about the hustle and bustle that I have on tap this week. Busy feels good. Things will work out. The glass is always half full, even if you decide to pour it all out and hang on to the limbo of hope...hoping that what comes next might not be so bitter.
Peace
Sunday, November 22, 2009 | | 3 Comments
Wednesday on Thursday

This is Pat Mathiesen, local artist. She has the lowdown on the who's who in this community. Her craft is casting in bronze. Her portfolio, as she spoke it to me, includes sculptures that can be found in hundreds of corporate and private collections throughout the United States.
She was charmingly, surly and we bonded.
This was the jewel crown of her exhibit tonight.

Gallery View
There was a street fair happening in the parking lot. The night was a balmy 70 degrees.


This kid just offered a perfect photo opportunity
We ended the night at Tutti Santi's even though their prices are just stupid. I complained to the first person that would listen that I love this place but they have priced me out of their league. I was told they just changed the menu and have indeed lowered the obnoxious prices.
So rather than encourage them, we had free bread and a couple of sambuca shots. Even then, it came with entertainment. From the lighting of the beans.....
To the story our waiter Jared told of the legend of the Sambuca and the 3 anise seeds in the glass. The seeds represent the past the present and the future. When you drink the shot you drink the present and the future seed but leave the past behind.It took us several shots to accomplish this task.

Here's the evidence.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009 | | 3 Comments
I can't make this shit up
If you like to ride ,I would love to have some one riding on the back with me. Don't worry you won't fall off that's why I carry duct tape, rope and some tie downs. If your not in to rope and duct tape you can always hold on to me. its Ok to smile when on a bike, Eating bugs is just part of the good life. .But , then, I have been known to duck, Watching a good movie, eating popcorn, holding hands, looking in to your eyes ,wondering what the heck your thinking, If we could read minds , we wouldn't need to talk , so that would leaves more time for making out, only if you liked to KISS .boy I sure do, when not making out ,we could go out to dinner shoot some pool , slow dance go away for the week end, ( other than my bike, I drive a ford expedition), I'd even do some of the driving, If you were the type of woman ,that had to drive ,I'm Ok just sitting in the front seat looking acting like I'm interested in what your talking about, Hell I'd even run around and open your door. as long as its fun for both I'm open to it. What the Hell, I like to think I'm laid back , easy going and take life with a smile...... I'm somewhat Shy , left handed and have a gentle touch. , god knew what he was doing when it comes to women , a relationship is based on trust ,understanding, respect, and self worth, Have Faith Baby, I also enjoy any and all outdoors Activities. I do give lots of BONUS points if you dream of or have Been to ALASKA. Mom once told me, Terry a good man is a man that works and knows how to do every thing (that would be me),So I said to Mom, A good womans, a good woman..No it's not a myth, there still are good men (like me) in this world. Some food for thought. Do Princess really Kiss Toads. If men are toads, does that make women frogs . I like Frogs they're Pretty,. THE END..
I didn't edit a damn word of this essay. But like you, just sat aghast at the dumbing down of America.
I wonder if I should complain for awhile because I am feeling better and who better to dump on than you. My litnany of complaints has not changed so you can just recycle my past bullshit. But I have a better attitude, I keep telling myself. The proverbial bootstraps are in sight.... any day now.
Goodnight Sunday
Sunday, November 15, 2009 | | 8 Comments













