Wow!

What a day. I vaccumed some hard to reach spots, got the primroses planted. Swept the outside steps, took out the trash, emptied the dishwasher, washed and dried the sheets, blankets, pillows, a stuffed bear and a load of darks, worked out on the rowing machine, exercise bike and elliptical trainer, met a new friend Amy for hot cocoa - talked, talked, talked, and talked some more, bought some flowers, mopped part of the kitchen floor (have to do it in sections to be able to get to the washer/dryer)and am now ready for bed on my nice clean sheets! Met Market with a coupon had tulips two bunches for the price of one so I bought some for Aaron and I to share. This was kind of like a perfect day. I know spring is on its way, because that is when I am so productive. Less SAD and more active, glad and full of energy. I think I will take Thursday off too, and have a four day weekend. Thursday will give me a chance to finish what I started cleaning wise! YAY!!!

February 15th - WE ARE CLOSER NOW TO SPRING THAN WE ARE TO WINTER!!!

The peas are in their damp napkins, their soil pots are waiting. Tomato seeds hopefully in their pots by tonight.

Daffodils

When I turned 16 one of my best friends consciously had her birthday party on the date that I had chose to have mine. Now being the youngest of eight meant that I was spoiled, but only to a limit, and even I knew my parents would not outspend my friends parents. She came from Texas and was always competing to be best friends with one of my best friends, since apparently you can only have one. So I cancelled my party and watched as her parents gave her 16 red roses. I had told my mom and dad the exact gift was what I wanted. (I think we saw it on some teen flick around that time) so naturally on the actual day of my birthday (opposed to the convenient Sat night party)I received 16 daffodils. My dad thought this was a much better gift as daffodils make people smile. People ahhhh and ohhhh over roses, but daffodils light up a room. Of course I said thank you and that was about all (I was a very ungrateful child) and only now as an adult can agree. Yes daffodils are my favorite flower. Yes I have a yellow and purple rose bush in my Ppatch plot, but I love daffodils. They are so bright and yellow who doesn't love yellow. (Ok I am sure there are some people), but they genuinely do make people smile. Especially when you buy them unopened, cut their stems, put in water, go to bed and Wammo! a burst of sunshine in the morning. Yes. My fabulous boyfriend with an ear infection, strep throat, and an infected toe took the bus to two stores to try and find me daffodils for Valentine's Day. What a precious man. Since they are not out yet he bought me these gorgeous trio of lowers yellow ones, white ones and pink ones. I feel so lucky today. The sun is out and I am going to go for a walk. He had to work last night, and then we did a Buffy marathon (he never watched the series) then crashed. We plan to have a nice Valentiney celebration on Friday, when hopefully he is all better. In the meantime, today we have to hit the store to replace some clothes of his that were stole from the laundry room. I'd like to think they really needed them, but in his part of town you never know. Ok don't want to go there with all this talk of sunshine and daffodils so lets leave it there, I have a wonderful man who is daffodilicious who doesn't get to caught up in the Valentine's hype and I love that!

Blown Away

Ok so now without any proof and giving a description of someone around 30 with black hair the library is trying to exclude my guy from using the library for a year for stealing books. Ok. I am not naive. This is a man who has made sandwiches for the homeless, housed people in recovery, fought for equal rights for women and gays in a previous workplace, oh and hmmm put some information out about local police corruption. Not exactly a thief. He has requested a hearing. And if need be we retain litigation. This is insane. Here is this completely underemployed man, although still lucky enough to be working 2 - 3 shifts a week, who used the library for solace, a place to think and scavage for music he always wanted to check out. Yes he is a bus commuter and tends to carry big bags with him, lets see I think the contents equate to something like: water bottles, sweatshirt/coat in case the weather changes, usually something he has found for me- card/ear wraps/etc., and yes books, either his own or ones clearly marked from the Seattle Public Library that he has checked out.

Coincidentally enough the exclusion is supposed to be until January 8th. And right around that time the guy who I term a bum who Aaron finally kicked out of his house after he let people in on New Years Eve/Day and completely trashed, broke, and stole stuff. The guy met him in the same neighborhood the library is that issued the exclusion and met him I am guessing around January 6th or 7th. Of course it may not be him. He has had problems with the police targeting him ever since he tried to make some corruption known. So this could get ugly.

Either way it is a sad statement to think the library can exclude someone from using it without one piece of evidence or proof. Naomi Wolfe and End of America are so frighteningly right, a closed society here we come. Thanks for having some balls Obama.

Geez.

try again different topic

It always surprises me when people in or around my life disappoint me.

Earlier I mentioned a poet who I knew about a decade ago and how she passed. She lived as a free spirit and really didn't let other people's stuff get in her way. I admire that. When she passed I thought the people who organized her fundraiser might host a memorial. And they did a private one. So yeah, I am hurt that I was good enough to hit me up for money for her, which I don't regret and wish I could have given more, but wasn't good enough to invite to her send off so to speak. I guess I should just be grateful they let me know her situation. And I have had enough death in my life to understand grief. And I have her button pictures on the window ledge. I need to move one to the outer ledge so she can be out in the world as well as checking in on things.

I had a hairdresser - do they still use that word, a stylist perhaps cutting my hair after my dad died. And he had what I call a good death. After taking him off life support he lasted for 10 days in a coma. A friend said he is just taking his time and saying goodbye to everyone. I like that, it still makes me tear up. Anyway the hairdresser was shocked at my vibrant nature and asked "aren't you mourning" I said well I guess you could say I am more celebrating the life he lived.

He was in his 80s and Gabrielle was in her 40s so doesn't feel like much of a celebration. But like I said she lived by her own rules, and that is honorable. And whatever feelings I have about her and her passing are mine and are ok. Just a little bump in the road.

Well I need to find out if I need to feed the parking meter or if I can go work out. Have a good day everyone.

Wild

Ok, I am at Aaron's using his computer and his keyboard hates me. It just wiped out everything I wrote. I HATE THIS KEYBOARD!!!!

I kind of feel like Anonymous Girl 5 (Angela Simione's piece). At least I can write with my hands, but there is nothing like a good scream. Or even a whisper.