Blue midnight skies ripple with grey drops of heavy rain. “It’s pouring, it’s raining…” my mom sang as we drove home from school. It had been raining all day and all I could think about was how I hated to be cold and wet.
As we pulled into the driveway my mom suggested “Bella we should play a game of dancing and singing in the rain. Wouldn't that be fun?”, but I pouted and said “not today, the rain will come again another day!”.
"My little girl with the button nose. We should smile and dance for you only live once and when the last drop of rain falls we will have missed our chance.” But I didn't listen. I didn't want to get wet in the rain and I went inside to snuggle up with a book.
While reading a favorite book from the collection of Goose Bumps I heard the thundering of laughter. Wondering who it could be, I walked to the window.
There I saw my mom and dad playing in the rain! “How silly?”, I thought. “Why would grown ups want to dance in the rain?”. Then suddenly the loud noise of pitter patter rain drops stopped and the midnight sky became blue as day. And I wondered had my mom been right? Did I miss my chance to sing and dance? So I ran outside magically thinking the rain would start again when it saw me prepared to sing and dance, but it didn't and my face fell flushed with disappointment.
“Bella our daughter with the button nose, why do you frown?”.
“Don’t you see?”, I shouted. “The last drop of rain has hit the ground! And I have missed my chance!”
“Your chance to what?”, said dad.
“To sing and dance with you in the rain!”
My mom then smiled and said “The last drop of rain has come and gone, but the rain will come again another day just as you said”.
“When? Will it come again soon?”
My parents then smiled and my mom said, “The rain will come again and when it does you must not forget that we live only once so this is our chance to sing and dance."
Friday, April 8, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Green Man
Tuesday I rode the bus. Interesting people ride the bus. A man appearing not quite homeless, but almost and speaking in a way that almost made sense, but not quite sat next to me.
He wore what a homeless man might. He wore a faded green jacket with matching pants. This makes me think why is it all homeless people wear the same camouflaged looking outfit? It’s like who had an entire wardrobe of faded green camouflage and why did they give it to Goodwill?
Eyebrows. Eyebrows were the next thing I noticed. They were massive. Not unibrow massive, but thick hairy massive with one gray loan ranger that shot four inches up, up and away from the rest of his brow!
Details to the “green mans” physical appearance quickly changed when trying to avoid eye contact he asked to sit next to me. Of course I wanted to say no for fear of bad odor, but I didn’t. Surprisingly there was no odor. The fact is he smelled clean and I was relieved. However, upon impact the “green man” made it clear, not homeless, but no doubt crazy.
Alluring me with his upbeat disturbed view on Bush and Iraq I found the moment humbling. Ironically the next moment was fear as the “green man” yelped “what does it matter we are going to hell….we are all going to hell to hell!!!.”
Five seconds passed and the subject instantaneously changed without thought toward a fellow bus rider. She was a young woman roughly 30 years of age, Caucasian, wearing business attire, who had the distinct “I haven’t made it yet, but I will look”. Plus she was carrying a Trader Joes bag. An impressive look to say the least.
It was here five seconds later that the “green man” spoke these words “where did you get that bag? Trader Joe’s that’s a nice bag”.
Ten seconds passed and the “almost made it girl” had this to say: “I didn’t actually go to Trader Joe’s”. This response in my opinion is probably why she is in her 30’s and still has the “almost made it look”.
The “green man” responded with “The Trader Joe’s on 9th Street ?” Then laughter like that of a young man conceited with looks he doesn’t have embodied the bus and the “green man” spoke one last time stating “I’m such a lady killer Cecil”. I then rang the bus bell for my stop thinking who is “Cecil?".
Saturday, April 2, 2011
The Moon
I have a friend who is a photographer. Actually I live in LA so I have many friends who are photographers. I asked one of them to take a picture of the moon and she said she would. She took it on her blackberry and text it to me. Thats lame I told her. She said she would take one with her "new" camera making me feel slightly special and then she didn't. I kept thinking why would a photoragpher who is my friend take a picture of the moon, the moon I asked her to take a picture of for my br wall on her blackberry?! That's not a photographer...that's everyone with a blackberry.
Then on a trip to the beach with a friend, who is not a photographer, I was educated that there was to be a super moon that night. He said it was the first one in 18 years and I thought thats a long time. Then I thought astronomers say shit like that every year. Last year they said "dont miss the meteorite shower, it wont happen again for another 100 years", and then the next year we had another meteorite shower! And I bet next year they will say "1st super moon in 19 years. Don't miss out!". But I decided here is a my chance to get a pictue of the moon for my br; I like to use br because people never know if I am talking about the bathroom or the bedroom and to top it off a picture o f the moon would like nice in either of my rooms here.
So when my beach meditation friend, who is also my gay boyfriend, asked me to a "gay Christian Bible study" (GCBS) that night, naturally I said yes. Because really what could be more fun and enlightening then a bunch of gay Christians reading the Bible and singing "This Is They Day" under a super moon! I mean this really is the day!
Since the decision was made to attend the GCBS and were at the Beach after the Japan Tsunami, and an earthquake predictor was predicting an earthquake in California it made sense that we started a conversation about the end of the world. Of course I am certain our talk was dominantly driven by the fact that we are both Christians and not because of the recent natural blows our earth had taken. Then we became tired of talking about the end of the world and both secretly hoped the moon would be super enough for an amazing photo shoot that would later be hung in my br.
We were quiet on the way to GCBS and the super moons photo shoot. I'm pretty sure we were both still thinking about the moon....or maybe he was wondering what would happen to him when the end of the world comes? I'm sure it must be strange to be gay and a Christian. Some would say its an oxymoron, impossible even. Me on the other hand, I couldn't think of a better reason to send someone to heaven other than being gay. Most straight people I know are Jerks. While I was in my head thinking too much, my gay boyfriend did manage to comment on a billboard of ruby red geisha lips. It is something I would have never noticed without him.
After parking and before we entered the GCBS, we stepped out of my Toyota Corolla that is missing all but one hubcap and we began to scout out a place for the super moon shoot. My gay boyfriend found one right away and right away I began to shoot my heart out! My gay boyfriend just howled at the moon, then some dogs barked and he stopped. I walked away with four good photos, but none of them perfect enough for my br. The moon instead is set as the background on my notebook.
The GCBS was a success too and I occasionally check the facebook page of my photographer friend who took a picture of the moon on her blackberry
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