That Day
Acquired,
1 copy of WITCH POEMS by Trina Schart Hyman.
1 Parrish Relics necklace with Waterhouse's redhaired Miranda and a seashell.
1 beehive shaped honey dispenser, for tea.
1 pack of Teavana tea
And 1 BPAL l.e. bottle to come.
Also acquired,
A bottle of wine from the Ghost Pines, still untouched.
A scratch at the constant itch that is espresso milkshakes. THOSE espresso milkshakes, the ones I talk about constantly; the ones that are so delicious that I think there should be a constellation or at least an asteroid named after them, that their fame might travel beyond our earthly realm and into a colder one.
Notable Memories:
- The water, so cold and so sweet; the scattering of mermaid bones/foam, the beach giant's veil.
- We crossed a rocky divide. Jackie: "This beach is sinister." Clumps of kelp, flies swirling in little cyclones; noone in the water. Me: "Look. You know my luck with dead birds. Keep an eye out, okay?" Jackie: "I understand." The foam on this side of the beach: yellow, like old fabric splotchy with time. A jaunty dad and his son, playing baseball right at the top of the sanddune. Me, pausing: "Is that a dead seal. That's a dead seal isn't it." Me, staying by the water. I know; I can tell by the dark shape of the ragged fin pointing toward the sky. Jackie, with a wide-eyed I'makickass look to me, "Hold on, I'll go check." And she did. Jaunty baseball dad: "HAHA IT'S GOING TO BITE YOU." Jackie, returning: "It's head is gone. And it's guts are out. It's head is totally gone; you can see the vertebrae where it was sliced off. It's the saddest thing I've ever seen. And the hole in its belly where the seagulls have started pecking out its intestines." Me: "Yannow, let's go back to the other beach. This is an evil beach. " Jackie: "Yes." Us: "Why was that guy playing baseball with his kid so close to the corpse?!"
- Espresso milkshakes. The first thing we did after stowing our things. They are as good now as they were a year ago and now I know where to go (Elise!) should espresso milkshakes be demanded of another Ventura trip. They are a poem. They, combined with Jackie's first gift, also lead to some very, very wacky fun and blackmail photos. Sadly, blackmail photos of me, too, so we've got a Mexican stand off going on. Note: When did that phrase come into usage? Mexican standoff?
- Coming in from the cold beach to the fireplace toasty room.
- Introducing Jackie to Swing on the cold and star-skied beach, gratified by her desire to bop and hop, although this was difficult since we were sharing one set of earbuds. Did not go very far into the water this time around, but realized I've never been night swimming in the ocean. I wonder where it would be a good idea to do this, and whether or not I should put it on a list of things I want to do and WILL do.
And when I came home:
A mail-box stuffed with Birthday Poems. I feel very much as if I was being re-wrought into song, and I like it.
Also, a PODCAST interview w/ Amal and I. Which I can't listen to, because I am far too embarrassed by the sound of my speaking voice. Gah. I've listened to about twenty minutes of it, and then the shame set in and I had to pause it to return at a later date, but it is very cool.
And that was my birthday.
1 copy of WITCH POEMS by Trina Schart Hyman.
1 Parrish Relics necklace with Waterhouse's redhaired Miranda and a seashell.
1 beehive shaped honey dispenser, for tea.
1 pack of Teavana tea
And 1 BPAL l.e. bottle to come.
Also acquired,
A bottle of wine from the Ghost Pines, still untouched.
A scratch at the constant itch that is espresso milkshakes. THOSE espresso milkshakes, the ones I talk about constantly; the ones that are so delicious that I think there should be a constellation or at least an asteroid named after them, that their fame might travel beyond our earthly realm and into a colder one.
Notable Memories:
- The water, so cold and so sweet; the scattering of mermaid bones/foam, the beach giant's veil.
- We crossed a rocky divide. Jackie: "This beach is sinister." Clumps of kelp, flies swirling in little cyclones; noone in the water. Me: "Look. You know my luck with dead birds. Keep an eye out, okay?" Jackie: "I understand." The foam on this side of the beach: yellow, like old fabric splotchy with time. A jaunty dad and his son, playing baseball right at the top of the sanddune. Me, pausing: "Is that a dead seal. That's a dead seal isn't it." Me, staying by the water. I know; I can tell by the dark shape of the ragged fin pointing toward the sky. Jackie, with a wide-eyed I'makickass look to me, "Hold on, I'll go check." And she did. Jaunty baseball dad: "HAHA IT'S GOING TO BITE YOU." Jackie, returning: "It's head is gone. And it's guts are out. It's head is totally gone; you can see the vertebrae where it was sliced off. It's the saddest thing I've ever seen. And the hole in its belly where the seagulls have started pecking out its intestines." Me: "Yannow, let's go back to the other beach. This is an evil beach. " Jackie: "Yes." Us: "Why was that guy playing baseball with his kid so close to the corpse?!"
- Espresso milkshakes. The first thing we did after stowing our things. They are as good now as they were a year ago and now I know where to go (Elise!) should espresso milkshakes be demanded of another Ventura trip. They are a poem. They, combined with Jackie's first gift, also lead to some very, very wacky fun and blackmail photos. Sadly, blackmail photos of me, too, so we've got a Mexican stand off going on. Note: When did that phrase come into usage? Mexican standoff?
- Coming in from the cold beach to the fireplace toasty room.
- Introducing Jackie to Swing on the cold and star-skied beach, gratified by her desire to bop and hop, although this was difficult since we were sharing one set of earbuds. Did not go very far into the water this time around, but realized I've never been night swimming in the ocean. I wonder where it would be a good idea to do this, and whether or not I should put it on a list of things I want to do and WILL do.
And when I came home:
A mail-box stuffed with Birthday Poems. I feel very much as if I was being re-wrought into song, and I like it.
Also, a PODCAST interview w/ Amal and I. Which I can't listen to, because I am far too embarrassed by the sound of my speaking voice. Gah. I've listened to about twenty minutes of it, and then the shame set in and I had to pause it to return at a later date, but it is very cool.
And that was my birthday.