Before I left for Spain, I was speaking to a friend of mine and he said that his partner, who is not American, gets anxy after a while and starts talking trash about America. I said I know the lingo as I live with a European. It’s all America sucks, Americans do this, etc. My friend said, “Truth is I am an American but I like it here.” I said, I know and guess what,…
Decide how you want to live and who you want to be and start visualizing it. That is on my friend’s refrigerator and it is as true as true can get. I wanted to be a person who goes to Europe for two months and who experiences life in many cultures and languages. Step one – start now. Step two – enjoy it.
Everyone back home keeps asking me if I shaved my head again and I have to say no – Scott at Jupiter Salon shaved it for me when it first started falling out in March but I haven’t touched it since. It has started to grow, fallen out again, grown again, fallen out again and so on. What’s interesting is strangers tend to view me as probably sick except here in Spain where a few…
We arrived weary travelers and were taken in by our friend who so generously shared his apartment with us. He lives near Lavapies, an area known for immigrants but one that recently has seen a rise in Senegalese moving to the neighborhood. The Senegal men who gather in the square have taken a shine to Tin and he to them. Yesterday, one gave him way too much candy and later he moaned with a stomach…
The dawn was rosy on the bayou this morning, and the temperatures are already peaking. Guess it’s time to leave New Orleans and head to the coast – well a far away coast, but a coast nonetheless. Tin’s hair was cropped short last night, and mine hasn’t grown since I shaved it back in March, and Tatjana got her summer beach cut – so it looks like we’ve lost a pound or two of hair.…
I was coming out of Canseco’s the other day and in front of me was a woman a bit younger than me wearing a house dress – yes that’s right – and she was talking, I thought on the phone, but no she was just talking, loudly, to herself. And I couldn’t help myself, I just thought, FREAK, and then I had to evaluate the situation – here I was carrying 12 bottles of grapefruit…
I wrote the penultimate post about all the wonderful things that have happened in my life since my life became not so wonderful and it dawned on me, yet again, that there are no coincidences. I didn’t come to where I am by virtue of not being aware, or with eyes open, quite the contrary, in order to hear the message, you have to be prepared, and so it is that having gone through the…
So yes, it’s weird, but as soon as my income started receding, my riches started growing. Weird, huh? It started with a friend that I hardly see despite her living within blocks of my house – call it the way it is – she gave us a chest, which led to our European kitchen and made our transition so bearable. Then other friends began plowing me with books – my friend in Boston recommended Ram…
Thought for the day: What if everything worked out in the end, and there was nothing to worry about at all; what if everyone forgives you and you forgive yourself; what if you had a chance to revise and regroup and begin again; what if it was all going to be okay? Da Capo Take the used-up heart like a pebble and throw it far out. Soon there is nothing left. Soon the last ripple…