Six Holy Oranges

love, lift me out of these blues

I'm trying this whole blogging by e-mail again. It didn't work from my phone yesterday (aggravated sigh) so there's no knowing whether it will actually work from my e-mail account. Is there a difference? I have no idea.

Happy Veteran's Day! Every time I see someone in a military uniform, I just want to give them a hug. If anyone needs one, it's them.

As a government stiff, I had the day off. I did nothing terribly productive, but I do have fun news to report. Bee and I got pre-sale tickets to the U2 concert next June. Yay! I should really say that Bee got them, since he's the one who's a member of U2.com.

A star lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
I can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation

Different album I know, but I love the song.

poetry

Madeline DeFrees will be at Elliot Bay Bookstore on November 18th for a reading to celebrate her 90th birthday.  Woot!

Bee, by me.

copying old ideas and signatures killing
tree after tree after tree copier dancing when he plays
his fingers down my back I murmur good mornings
shrimp sizzles and pops yielding up pink
to the olive oil shoulder to shoulder watching
what becomes dinner, tea, the morning sun

the wide blue sky meets the runway, waiting for call signs
on the radio two fox, two fox, coming in to the ground
is safe, safe, safe, safe, please safe ground
land my reflection in his sunglasses, a hug the thing
on the ground dragging the plane breathing hard

having flown a great distance when thinking about love
eyes are twin mirrors of far away things not discussed

yet dark memories in the night bring her, the other girl
who adores him, entwines her legs with his fiercely
allowing him touching her stomach has deep places
keeps wanting him clear and apparent so
cradled by a man we refuse to stop touching

these shoes were made for walking

I was scheduled to run the Seattle Half-Marathon, but I haven't done any running since I got sick over a month ago. Now I'm debating whether I should walk the half-marathon, or try for walking the full marathon... Maybe I'll head over to Jock n' Jill and get some advice.

Speaking of being ill, my sore throat is gone, but the headaches are back. I spent the majority of the day in bed at Bee's house ill. My head hurt so much I just wanted to cry. I slept until two p.m.-ish, and then we crashed on the couch.

Bee brought me lots of peppermint tea, and kindly lectured me on taking care of myself. I don't know what that means when people say it. I don't neglect myself, I don't think. I just hate doctor's offices. He also tried to massage the pain away, but it didn't turn out to be a muscular thing this time. Anyone who has known me for awhile knows that I end up with a lot headaches related to tense muscles.

We watched soccer (Seattle vs. Houston), football (Seattle vs. Detroit), and some Nascar something or other.

I almost forgot! Bee won an award on Saturday night for a flight he did in his sailplane down to the Blue Mountains. It was 563 kilometers, several hours, and he flew down over territory that people in the soaring association don't traverse normally. Very cool.

Good game. Good Kitty.

Nathan Fillion in PG Porn: Why ruin a good porn with Sex? Thanks go to Morgan for showing me this one.

Alas, I didn't post yesterday. Let's see about 29 posts in 30 days, shall we?  I ended up spending the night at my apartment, but my computer is here at Linda's house, so blogging wasn't an option. Morgan and I wanted to watch Hell Boy, but the t.v. at the house went missing last weekend, which is why I was at the apartment to begin with. The creature Linda spawned has promised that the flat screen will re-appear before his mother returns from Africa.

I'm back at the house now to save the kitties from total starvation and a serious lack of scritches about the ears and such. They like me.

Bee and I are going to a banquet tonight at the Ivar's on lake union. The glider council is doing their end of the year thing. I may use this excuse to buy a black dress that fits...depending on pricing and what's out there.