One more down

Hmm.  Went from swooning over the way someone speaks, right into a lively discussion of pig intestines: afternoon mind travels quite serpentine.  (The trials of ordering food when you do not understand the language.  Or in the intestinal case, eating whatever happened to be served.  I'm not sure how talk of comedic plays got to pig parts though.  Some discussion of ramen, as well, in the middle.)

Waiting for the bus home, a long wait as there were service cuts for the quarter break, I noticed how much my breath hung in the air, as if the air itself were greedy for moisture: it lingered, drifted slowly back over me.  Barely had time to change before my ride to our last concert (Finnish) arrived, fog rolling in.  By the time we finished singing, you could barely see a block, so thick the fog.  Our last concert for the year, the other choir is singing three more times.  (Traffic was light, and we were early to the venue, which was good, gave me time to fix my shirt, I put it on inside-out: this dress is beautiful and it fits well, but definitely not a quick change kinda outfit.  A bit complicated to wear.)  Will see how long I can keep all of this up, I like it, but I suspect outside Meisner rehearsals might be increasing, and I can't do all of it.  At any rate, we sounded good tonight, what I could hear, and the people we sang for were appreciative.

When I could see the moon, it looked almost full (mysterious, shrouded in wispy clouds before the fog came between us)...is it?  I'll blame that and caffeine on my earlier gushiness of the day.  Or all the Meisner work.  I can't help it, I believe in the work.  If I came across as a fool, well then, I suppose that gives me leeway to continue to do so.  (Earlier facebook post regarding something I liked.  No, loved.)

Need to muster up the energy to change.  The dress, it's getting itchy.

There's a full moon out now

Unbelievably (because I was thinking about it earlier today, and I tend to always notice it) someone had to stop me and point out the moon tonight. It's funny, because I saw this man loitering as I was leaving the garden, long past sunset again, different man than before, and I thought, well, there are a lot of other people around because the market was shutting down for the night, so I walked past him. He stopped me (as if he were waiting for me), and I couldn't figure out what he was saying to me at first, but he just wanted to point out the harvest moon. Said it was powerful. Asked how my evening was. I thanked him for pointing it out, because I woulda' forgotten (thinking of stinky, anaerobic compost, and cauliflower and blossom-end rot; we had a work party in the garden earlier), totally was not looking up at the sky. Then closer to home, I ran into another ex-boyfriend, this is like the third in a week...I haven't seen two of these guys in years. It's like the sudden visitation of boyfriends past, not sure what's up with that.

Something fundamentally changed today, and I can't put my finger on it. I don't even know what it has to do with...I don't know that I'm thinking any different, but something shifted. I'm not even sure if I want the change to stay or not, maybe can't go backwards though. Curious.

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Evening, Aquarius Moon

I stood on the corner, waiting for the light to change, watching the full moon rise over the barbed-wire fence, through cloudless, dusky pink skies. Almost home. It's just past eight and the sun has already set; a hazy golden afterglow on the western mountains is all that remains of the day.

Traffic is steady. House is hot. Yellow jackets are gradually increasing their territory to include the back porch, though, they generally seem to mind their own business. I think they only attacked me because I stuck my hand (unwittingly) in their nest.

Finally gave away my ticket. If people show up (things happen) I should have friends at each performance. I watched some trailers of scenes today. I know I shouldn't have, I saw bits of my scene, but it won't be the same...changing the genders, changes the circumstances, even if the wants remain the same. That reminds me, I need to look up some things about Maine.

Finished the monologue play, began to read another one from the 1960's. Still haven't found that other book I misplaced. Had a bunch of tomatoes to pick. One smashed on the way home, so, now I need to clean out the bag, probably my pants as well. It's all over my knee. The avocado did it in. I don't know why I carry random vegetables around all the time. I'm not going to eat it tonight, I coulda' left it at work.

After 4 or 5 years, I finally (almost) know one of the finnish songs by heart (not Finlandia): Minun Kultani Kaunis On, it's a joke song. I kinda' know what it's about, too. After that, I cannot remember any more suomi. I don't think I can take it again this year, though I'll ask. The instructor is good.

I have nothing weird to tell you at this time. My eye sockets are a little sore from tapping on them.

After six hours of marathon

If I'd had the tripod or any other surface to balance on, I would have shot how the (almost SUPER, but still, always super) moon shone down on the resevoir. As it is, I just admired it, and the general loveliness of the sky. I caught the bus home just after midnight, and when I sat, I could barely stay awake. A music performance student was explaining music theory to a man from Thailand a couple seats over from me. I was trying to stay awake to eavesdrop because it was an interesting conversation. Still, I'll try to look at the digital stuff before I fall asleep. Battery died, and I wasn't excited about any of the film stuff while shooting it, but you never know. Wasn't really going with either concept, we were just exploring, he hasn't really spent much time in that area. His night stuff was pretty cool. I'll get back to my original ideas in the morning. Not sure where to go, but I've got time. I'm interested in the 120 film I picked up, so want to finish that roll, but even though the sun was still out, the light was somewhat low for a Holga. Not sure who still develops color 120 in town, all the labs I used to use are gone now. (And now I have that XTC song stuck in my head, Supergirl, which is a step up from the fake dance track I had in my head earlier.)

Waiting for my sheets to dry so I can leave

And a lot of posts today. 14) There's an idea out in the world that life is suffering and the best one can hope for is to endure it, or endure it with some kinda' grace maybe. I don't buy it. I think we (as a species) are capable of so much more. You can see evidence around you if you look for it. Maybe it's not sustainable 24/7, but it's possible. Misery's not really sustainable 24/7 either. 15) If there's a scenic route, I'll usually take it, or took it. Apologies for my lateness. 16) I get excited about all the reading possibilities when I enter into a library or a bookstore. 17) I love sitting around a campfire with friends (new or old) and singing songs and making s'mores. Need to find excuses to do it more. 18) My garden is in a general state of neglect (as are my eyebrows.)  I will go visit soon. The garden that is, the eyebrows will have to wait.

Later. Much later than I thought. Stopped to eat something before continuing on to the garden. Read a few magazine articles. Sun hadn't set yet when I got there, figured I would mostly just harvest a few things, lettuce, artichokes, over-ripe cauliflower, water and go. A strange man walked into the garden where I was alone. Asked me about a plant, what I knew about it. I finally figured out what he was talking about, knew the name, couldn't remember anything about it. Suggested he go to the medicinal garden at the University and ask. Tried to describe where that was. His words left his mouth as if he were just learning how to speak, he refered to a street as "that famous street with the shops."As he was leaving me, he pointed out that the moon was out (which is odd only in that it's the sort of thing I would do.) I had to finish watering and chop up some fennel. I saw him in the distance again, almost no one else in the park. Somehow, we didn't cross paths again. The sun had set by this point. Only a couple people left, further away from where we were. The sky was still light, I stopped by a video store on my way home. While I was wandering around they made an announcement that they were about to close. It was 10 pm already. Keep forgetting it's almost solstice. How did that happen?

Got my movies and continued to walk home. Ten blocks from home, the only sound I could hear was the flow of steady traffic on the freeway. Every-couple-of blocks a car would rattle past me up the hill, tail lights disappearing around the bend. The stop-lights had switched to blinking red, sky still pale in the west, stars beginning to emerge. Once, the clatter of bottles behind a fence.  Shrill cry of a killdeer briefly cutting through the silence then, just as suddenly subsiding. Then one, then a second plane flew overhead. Probably too late to watch a movie now.