Archive for July, 2007

Entry for July 28, 2007

Actions not taken

leave us disquieted.

Solace within reach

but at what high cost?

Older is not wiser.

No one takes his own advice.

No one seems to learn.

No one asks a smile to point to the pain.

What do we learn

if we cannot learn to heal ourselves?

What do we hear

when we stop believing?

What do we prove

when we shout at each other?

What do we do

when we stop accepting?

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Yes, I was home for a whole week and a half. So, it was time to jump back on a plane again.

Woo.Hoo. Loads of fun.

But here we are! Sweetie and I flew into LAX again today and are staying with his buddy near San Diego. Got a few fun things planned for the weekend. Not to mention, how many times in my life have I just happened to be in San Diego at the exact same time as Comic Con?? How many? Uh…never. Hmmm…

Anyway, I guess I should get used to California time again and just go to sleep soon. Today’s flight was one of those Hawaii-Mainland flights that makes me never want to have children. Loud, loud children. Children literally sprinting down the aisle. I wanted to trip that little girl sooo badly. Is that wrong?


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I’m falling apart

Has the medical community perfected bionic enhancements yet?

Can I order a couple of parts?

I don’t know what happened this week, but I feel like my body is falling apart. Shoulder, hip, knee, head. All bad.

When my Sweetie’s aunt was walking behind us a couple of weeks ago, she asked me if I had a bad hip. She surprised me because she could tell something was not quite right from the way I walked. I told her about my bad knee. And how I know I hold my leg wrong when I’m not thinking about it. I tend to twist my leg out when I stand, which I’m sure is part of the problem with my knee. But, I said, no hip problem. Never had any problems with my hip.


Did I jinx myself or what? My left hip has been killing me the last few days. Now, it may not be my hip. Could be a nerve somewhere in my back. Because I had shooting pain when I would bend just a little from the waist. And all that commotion made my left knee act up, so that was aching all weekend also. Then, I somehow twigged out my left shoulder a couple of days ago (my Sweetie thinks my use of the word twig in this manner is hilarious). It’s a pain I get when I do a particular weight-lift the wrong way. Which is why I don’t understand why it started hurting now. I worked out with my weights a week ago.

Then, to top it off, I smacked my head on Sunday. I was cleaning the bathroom and was zipping around the tiny room with the vacuum and was also picking things off the ground. I bent down by the sink and, in a frantic haste, straightened up and WHACK! my head slammed against the granite (or faux granite – who knows). I yelped so loud, my sweetie heard me over the roar of the vacuum cleaner. He came running, but I was already scrambling out of the room with my hands over the right side of my head crying “Ice! I need ice!”


Sweetie filled a towel with ice and plunked it on my head. He then ordered me to sit down and not move for five minutes. Which was hard to do since I was still filled with frantic energy to clean.

So, finally, between my shoulder, my knee, my hip, and my head, I just started popping Advils until it was time to sleep. It really helped my hip. I had an impressive goose egg-size bump on my head at the end of the day.

The pains and aches are at a dull roar today. A little bit better than yesterday. But, again, I am way too young to have these kinds of aches. I’m ready for my bionic parts now, please.

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Friday’s Feast #7

On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 being highest) how much do enjoy watching sports on television?

About a 6. I’m not a huge sports fan, but when I do take the time to sit and watch something, I enjoy it – be it my Niners, or figure skating, or World Cup soccer, or the Kentucky Derby, or NASCAR (not so much now that Dad is gone). When the Olympics are on, this score would probably jump to a 9. I’m addicted to the Olympics, winter and summer. Also – probably an 8 for World Series of Poker. Isn’t that a sport???

If you could completely memorize any one work of fiction, which one would you pick?

Hmmm…that’s a tough one. I think I would skip the classics I’ve read and go for “Speaker for the Dead” by Orson Scott Card. I think it would be impressive to memorize that book. And, if it’s the only book I could share in a bookless world, I think it’s a good pick. (Click the link and read the book description.)

What is your favorite breakfast food?

Almond croissant from our Maui Bake Shop. Or Eggs Benedict if it is cooked very very well. Or homemade waffles.

Main Course
Name something fun you can do for less than $10.00.

That is easy here in Maui. I can jump in my car and go to the beach. Or I can drive to the Ho’okipa lookout and watch the surfers and windsurfers.

How long does it usually take you to fall asleep?

Ha! Usually? What’s usual for a sort-of-insomniac?

In Maui, it can take from 20 minutes to one hour. On the mainland, it can take 2 to 5 hours for me to fall asleep. No kidding. Usually, after five hours, I just get out of bed and start a new day. So, sometimes it can take about 24 hours to fall asleep. But that doesn’t happen too often.

Photo Credit: www.fridaysfeast.com

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I’m growing my hair out a little for the wedding. I haven’t completely decided what I want to do, but I figure it will be mostly down, maybe with a few curls on the side and the top pulled back. Something simple. But I want my hair to be slightly long for the wedding, so I’m growing it out a bit.

Here’s the ug part. I can’t WAIT to cut my hair. Several reasons. You women can probably relate. While any men have probably stopped reading already. One reason – it takes so freaking long to wash my hair right now. Shampoo, fine. Conditioning – forEVER. Trying to get the conditioner out, along with the tangles, drives me batty. I can’t wait for the days when I need just a tiny dab of conditioner, run it through my hair, and rinse it faster than I can sing the chorus to “Just You Wait, Henry Higgins” or some such musical tune. It will be sooo nice.

Another big reason – I lose so much more hair when it is long. I keep telling my Sweetie that I may be bald by the time we wed. But really, I don’t lose nearly this much hair when it is short. Another reason why I look forward to that post-wedding haircut. It needs some time to recover.

Yeah, I should probably just cut it off now. But, I’ll just trim it a little for a while. Hopefully, I’ll have some left for our wedding pictures.

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I stole this from Cheela!

hmmm….I can be quite moody. I am grounded, but hey – I’m a writer also. And no, there’s no way I could fall for someone I could not trust. Trust and communication. Keys to a good relationship. Even if I am moody.


What Your Soul Really Looks Like
You are very passionate and quite temperamental. While you can be moody, you always crave comfort.

You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you’re head is in the clouds.

You believe that people see you as a bit small and insignificant. People pay more attention to you than you think.

Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you’re concerned, that’s a very good thing.

For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn’t fall in love with someone you didn’t trust.

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Trek to Utah, Part 1

That’s U-ta-ha, to my mother. Not that I want to make fun of my mother, but I think it’s funny the way she pronounces Utah. I have my Sweetie pronouncing it this way now also. Ha!

Sweetie flew into California late on the night of Thursday July 5. I drove to Oakland and met him near the ATA luggage carousel, where we waited for his suitcase to appear. We stood around the carousel, and I thought “Wow, that must have been a big plane!” There were so many people. Then, the incomprehensible airport-loudspeaker-voice came on and many people shuffled from our carousel to the adjoining one. I think she mumbled something about JetBlue being moved. So we waited. And waited. And waited. Then, the flight number on the carousel changed and muffle-voice said something about “All the bags have been loaded onto the carousel.” Of course, I could not figure out what muffle-voice was saying. But a man standing next to me said that all the Maui bags were out, and now the airport folks were loading bags from a Honolulu flight. I felt bad for my poor Sweetie. His bag never appeared! But when I walked over to him, I realized that there was a crowd of people grumbling. It was not just Sweetie’s bag that had not appeared. There were many Maui travelers with no bags. Muffle-voice, in the guise of a real human woman, left the baggage area to check it out. More bags came out and Honolulu people left the airport. The real live human woman returned, disappeared back into the ATA office, and muffle-voice reappeared to tell us something about “Sorry for the inconvenience. Mmppfff. ……fffmmmmppphhh….phhmmmff….”

Finally, over an hour after arriving at the luggage carousel, sometime around midnight, the darn thing spit out Sweetie’s suitcase and we left Oakland International, which is certainly doing nothing to lift itself from the status of “My least-favorite-airport-ever.”

We managed to squeeze in some wedding stuff on Friday. We met with a DJ in the morning. Then we tried to look for invitations, but my brain fried after a couple of hours of this task. Then! we had the fun task of starting a gift registry. I wish we had more time to spend on that. But we were masters of efficiency, I have to say. Partly because Sweetie and I have very similar tastes when it comes to the overall look and feel of household things. We are both looking for comfortable, down-to-earth stuff that is just a little notch above regular quality stuff. So, we love things like soft bathroom towels in greens or blues. But really, who doesn’t?

And Saturday morning, we were off! The trek to Utah began with a drive to Sweetie’s aunt and uncle’s house where I dumped my car off and we stuffed the trunk of their car full of bags. We were armed with music mixes ala Sweetie that included Bill Cosby, Garrison Keilor, and Genesis (the band, not the Bible book). His aunt and uncle had books on tape AND – how cool is this – old radio episodes of The Shadow from the 1930s and 40s.

“Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of man?”

“The Shadow knows……. muuuhhahahahahaha!”

Yes, we had the makings of a good road trip.

I sometimes think, if I was from Nevada, I’d be a little jealous of California’s topography. California has most everything – the low desert spots of Death Valley, the high of Mt. Whitney, the beauty of the Sierras, a coastline full of rugged hills and sandy beaches, and (where I grew up) acres and acres and acres of cropland. Orchards of almonds and pistachios, rows of grapes and artichokes, fields of hay and grazing land.

We drove on Interstate 80 through the foothills and past North Lake Tahoe and forests of pine trees. Sure, Nevada the state shares Lake Tahoe with California. But that doesn’t last very long. Then we hit Reno and drove past it and across the high desert. And that’s what so much of Nevada is. High desert. Reno sits around 4,400 feet or so. It’s dry, and it seems like it only gets drier the further you go into Nevada. We drove all the way across and saw almost half a dozen wildfires burning in Nevada. There was lots of smoke. And, in two spots, the fires were big enough and close enough to the freeway that we saw the flames quite clearly. It was not a good week for fires in the west. There is beauty in the rugged peaks of Nevada’s mountains/mesas. But it looks so arid and empty, driving across it. Miles and miles of dust and sagebrush. A person can only take so much sagebrush before her eyes start to cross in her head. Or until her eyelids droop, and the enticing narration of the book-on-tape (can I call a CD a book-on-tape?) becomes as garbled as the Oakland airport loudspeaker muffle.

And so there I was, head jerking and lolling in the backseat as we wended our way to Wendover, Utah. Did you know there is a Wendover Nevada and a Wendover Utah? And did you know that Wendover Utah is in the Mountain Time zone, which is one hour ahead of the Pacific Time zone, where we had driven from? And did you know that, sometimes, the digital alarm clocks in hotel rooms in Wendover Utah are not set to Mountain, but to Pacific time? hmmmm…..

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