star fountains
[Wrote most of this yesterday. Finished it today and changed the yesterday/today references. Bear with.]
Paperclip art is one of my favorite things to do. Right up there with taking photos and P[ublic] D[isplays] of A[ffection]. And drinking things.
Was downtown for almost 12 hours on Saturday, sitting under trees and running through streets with shops & street vendors.
[So many times I needed a digital camera. So many. It made me very sad that I had none. Classy shoe stores with amazingly colorful displays, dark warehousey vintage stores and oh so many interesting people that I didn't take pictures of.]
Basking in the afterglow of my frolicking was totally fucked up by the arrival of Jon [mum's b/f] and his kids [Jake: 3 yrs, Lauren: 5yrs]. Fucked up more by the departure of me mum and Jon for "an hour" [2 and 1/2] to "get food" [fuck in the shower] while Kira and I "watched the kids" [self-inflicted torture for an absent smile]. But really, it wasn't that bad. Little kids can, on occasion, be endearing.
6 hours later, fireworks started. I always anticipate the finale at least twice before the finale actually goes off. It was rather long, but lovely. Always better when you're close enough to feel the vibration of the explosions. Wore a glowbracelet on my earring and wished I had some sparklers to rave with. [Wished many pointless things that day. (None of which were about you, don't worry.)]
Woke up yesterday with tears in my eyes from a dream; realized that Edward Scissorhands is so lovely because it causes the same kind of simplistic emotion. Showered, went out to P. F. Chang's with me mum. Was hit on by an old guy, wished for a camera again [a sunlit peephole casting rainbow light on the wood opposite] and had wonderful chinese food. Talked muchly about people while dining on a cake that would make any respectable cook weep with joy. [6 layers of chocolate laid down with raspberry sauce and cut strawberries, it was purely orgasmic.]
Walked about downtown. Turned the corner and was scared shitless by a horde of mormon church groups wearing shirts the exact color of green highlighters. [They were glowing.] Wandered within the temple walls, avoided a conversion attempt by a young modest woman who smiled so much I was almost sure she had smoked a bowl before confronting us. [Was blown about by the wind in my skirt & garter fishnets, much to the churchgoers' scorn & dirty looks.]
Sat in the Temple Square garden under a looming St. Moroni and talked about why one likes people & more about certain people. Also childraising. Wished [again] that I had a camera.
In answer to all you confused people out there.
Drove up Foothill Drive later on to see the sunset/scattered fireworks. [Mormons don't set off fireworks on Sunday. Guess they consider it work. ..Or play. I don't know, they're confusing.] Halfway through the [absolutely gorgeous] sunset, Jon and his clan showed up. Not to worry; instead of meditating in deep thought for the next hour, I had a jolly conversation about duck underwear and the smell of things.
Lauren: "This rock smells funny." Holds up rock to my nose
Me: "It smells like a rock."
Lauren: "But doesn't it smell like a weird rock?"
Me: "A weird rock still smells like a rock, and only a rock."
Lauren: is disappointed
Me: "...But if a weird rock had a smell, it would surely smell like that."
Sigh.
Jake: "Boom!"
Jon: "You like fireworks, Jake?"
Jake: "Yeah! And fireworks!"
Paperclip art is one of my favorite things to do. Right up there with taking photos and P[ublic] D[isplays] of A[ffection]. And drinking things.
Was downtown for almost 12 hours on Saturday, sitting under trees and running through streets with shops & street vendors.
[So many times I needed a digital camera. So many. It made me very sad that I had none. Classy shoe stores with amazingly colorful displays, dark warehousey vintage stores and oh so many interesting people that I didn't take pictures of.]
Basking in the afterglow of my frolicking was totally fucked up by the arrival of Jon [mum's b/f] and his kids [Jake: 3 yrs, Lauren: 5yrs]. Fucked up more by the departure of me mum and Jon for "an hour" [2 and 1/2] to "get food" [fuck in the shower] while Kira and I "watched the kids" [self-inflicted torture for an absent smile]. But really, it wasn't that bad. Little kids can, on occasion, be endearing.
6 hours later, fireworks started. I always anticipate the finale at least twice before the finale actually goes off. It was rather long, but lovely. Always better when you're close enough to feel the vibration of the explosions. Wore a glowbracelet on my earring and wished I had some sparklers to rave with. [Wished many pointless things that day. (None of which were about you, don't worry.)]
Woke up yesterday with tears in my eyes from a dream; realized that Edward Scissorhands is so lovely because it causes the same kind of simplistic emotion. Showered, went out to P. F. Chang's with me mum. Was hit on by an old guy, wished for a camera again [a sunlit peephole casting rainbow light on the wood opposite] and had wonderful chinese food. Talked muchly about people while dining on a cake that would make any respectable cook weep with joy. [6 layers of chocolate laid down with raspberry sauce and cut strawberries, it was purely orgasmic.]
Walked about downtown. Turned the corner and was scared shitless by a horde of mormon church groups wearing shirts the exact color of green highlighters. [They were glowing.] Wandered within the temple walls, avoided a conversion attempt by a young modest woman who smiled so much I was almost sure she had smoked a bowl before confronting us. [Was blown about by the wind in my skirt & garter fishnets, much to the churchgoers' scorn & dirty looks.]
Sat in the Temple Square garden under a looming St. Moroni and talked about why one likes people & more about certain people. Also childraising. Wished [again] that I had a camera.
In answer to all you confused people out there.
Drove up Foothill Drive later on to see the sunset/scattered fireworks. [Mormons don't set off fireworks on Sunday. Guess they consider it work. ..Or play. I don't know, they're confusing.] Halfway through the [absolutely gorgeous] sunset, Jon and his clan showed up. Not to worry; instead of meditating in deep thought for the next hour, I had a jolly conversation about duck underwear and the smell of things.
Lauren: "This rock smells funny." Holds up rock to my nose
Me: "It smells like a rock."
Lauren: "But doesn't it smell like a weird rock?"
Me: "A weird rock still smells like a rock, and only a rock."
Lauren: is disappointed
Me: "...But if a weird rock had a smell, it would surely smell like that."
Sigh.
Jake: "Boom!"
Jon: "You like fireworks, Jake?"
Jake: "Yeah! And fireworks!"