Sister Ann Miriam on the 4th of July
woke up late as usual and sat in front of the computer. i'd made my first sale on ebay today! my old DKNY bag sold for $5.00. i would have thrown that piece of shit away. i bet i get negative feedback just by trying to sew the pocket up myself. i sware i stitched some of my skin in there with it. not a bad deal for $5.00.
i guess it's technically not the 4th anymore, but i haven't gone to bed yet so it is for me--
the smoke from fireworks has all but cleared from the air.
i thought those things were illegal, but down in alhambra, you could literally sit on the corner of every sidewalk and get a fireworks show.
i wached them with my mother in the parking lot of the chinese food restaurant we'd just eaten at while trying to avoid a conversation with the overbearing parking lot security guard who took it upon himself to warn me about the dangers of stray bullets during this holiday.
the most eventful part of my day was that i got to see my old 1st grade teacher--a nun named Sister Ann Miriam who used to rap my knuckles with a ruler, twist my ear half off, and had hearing like a hawk.
she was huge to me when i was seven.
today she answered the door with some assistance from a *ahem* younger 50 year old sister. Sister Ann was using a walker, but other than having to recover from the shock of this, i couldn't stop staring at the tennis balls stuffed at the end of her walker for support. she stood a full foot shorter than me, and i'm 5'2"! she still had her habit on, but instead of her usual nunnery garb she wore a faded moo-moo (i had to hand it to her--it was the same shape), and her dear old chin had fallen down onto her chest.
she still had the same piercing blue eyes, but she really had to try and lift her heavy brows in order for them to peep out. she talked about all the Sisters in the convent who had already died before her, including my old Principle and Piano teacher, Sister Ann Margaret, God rest their souls. And then when we got up to leave, she looked like she was about to cry and begged us to stay. i felt a tinge of guilt for not having visited in so long so i pleaded, "she wants us to STAY" and we did--to hear about her stomach problems, having to move to a new convent, and what she's done with her life after teaching. Sister apparently washed laundry after her eyes started failing. it's really horrible when people just stop trying and just quit using their glasses.
well, anyhow. if you're reading this, pray that her health doesn't fail her, and that she doesn't have to go live with the "Mother Superior." apparently, this was a fate worse than death for her because she asked us to pray for her in a very low, whining voice as if sheilding her request from God himself. she watched us from the door of the convent until we got into the street and drove off in our car. i held onto the Jesus card she'd given us. i think i'll paste it next to elvis costello.
i searched through some old computer files today and found this picture of myself. i thought i'd paste it in here--the gratuitous half-naked shot for the day. the top was really tight, making me look flatter than i already am, but yeah, it was taken two years ago when we first moved to tarzana.
i hope you like it. back to my original point: if there's anyone you think is special that you haven't thought of in awhile, think of them now, and give them a call. this tiny gesture could mean so much to them.
um, i need an editor
i guess it's technically not the 4th anymore, but i haven't gone to bed yet so it is for me--
the smoke from fireworks has all but cleared from the air.
i thought those things were illegal, but down in alhambra, you could literally sit on the corner of every sidewalk and get a fireworks show.
i wached them with my mother in the parking lot of the chinese food restaurant we'd just eaten at while trying to avoid a conversation with the overbearing parking lot security guard who took it upon himself to warn me about the dangers of stray bullets during this holiday.
the most eventful part of my day was that i got to see my old 1st grade teacher--a nun named Sister Ann Miriam who used to rap my knuckles with a ruler, twist my ear half off, and had hearing like a hawk.
she was huge to me when i was seven.
today she answered the door with some assistance from a *ahem* younger 50 year old sister. Sister Ann was using a walker, but other than having to recover from the shock of this, i couldn't stop staring at the tennis balls stuffed at the end of her walker for support. she stood a full foot shorter than me, and i'm 5'2"! she still had her habit on, but instead of her usual nunnery garb she wore a faded moo-moo (i had to hand it to her--it was the same shape), and her dear old chin had fallen down onto her chest.
she still had the same piercing blue eyes, but she really had to try and lift her heavy brows in order for them to peep out. she talked about all the Sisters in the convent who had already died before her, including my old Principle and Piano teacher, Sister Ann Margaret, God rest their souls. And then when we got up to leave, she looked like she was about to cry and begged us to stay. i felt a tinge of guilt for not having visited in so long so i pleaded, "she wants us to STAY" and we did--to hear about her stomach problems, having to move to a new convent, and what she's done with her life after teaching. Sister apparently washed laundry after her eyes started failing. it's really horrible when people just stop trying and just quit using their glasses.
well, anyhow. if you're reading this, pray that her health doesn't fail her, and that she doesn't have to go live with the "Mother Superior." apparently, this was a fate worse than death for her because she asked us to pray for her in a very low, whining voice as if sheilding her request from God himself. she watched us from the door of the convent until we got into the street and drove off in our car. i held onto the Jesus card she'd given us. i think i'll paste it next to elvis costello.
i searched through some old computer files today and found this picture of myself. i thought i'd paste it in here--the gratuitous half-naked shot for the day. the top was really tight, making me look flatter than i already am, but yeah, it was taken two years ago when we first moved to tarzana.
i hope you like it. back to my original point: if there's anyone you think is special that you haven't thought of in awhile, think of them now, and give them a call. this tiny gesture could mean so much to them.
um, i need an editor