emchy

first - apologies for the long post - the lj cut function doesn't work from my home computer - so i eat up your friend pages now... i promise to fix it later

this so far is a funny day - not so much in wwhat has happened, but how it is planned
i have bad feelings about what is coming at work
i am going in late today to take care of some 'going out of town' business and go to the (scared i am scared) dentist. then it's tues and weds and then off to michigan. i always get paranoid when i am already set to work half a week and then it gets cut down more... but there is a bit of an emergency that on;y dentists can helps with. sigh.

the lady is sick. all weekend sort of sick. thank god for homemade prepackaged soups from a not so far away chain market. the chicken tortilla soup saved her yesterday. so the weekend was spent fruitlessly trying to get shit done, but somehow every store i ran into had run out of what i went there for. actualy being given a weekend where i could get some holiday shit done and be able to surprise the lady, and then having every errand not work out, grrrrr. however i did manage to have a fabulous coffee date on sat morning and eat some incredibly unhealthy food sat evening as it was coming to 7:30 and i hadn't eaten since 9am. good times.

the best part though
i took lucky to bernal hill after spca class. it has been so incredibly long since i went to bernal AND since i had taken lucky for a walk solo. the hill was full of green and mud, not a foxtail in sight (the reason i had avoided bernal for a while as a good walking spot) and the view of all of san francisco threw me dreamy. i was tired and hungover and i decided that i needed more. climbed up one of the hll trails and remembered climbing silver mountain in baraga. remembered haulng ass over hills in sedona. south mountain park, allt of these wonderful crawling, climbing, exertion memories crowded me, and made me want something even more strenuous. we walked, lucky was thrilled, bouncing around in her rabbit way which means she is happiest. then i let myself sit and enjoy the view. relax. throw the ball. lose the ball. oh well. view, think. view.

i found some peace. my mind was a million miles a minute, new ideas for the poem came and went. i wished i had paper, but it felt so good to let my brain wander. i think i saw a friend in the distance, looked like it was a private moment. let it be. climber higher, found a playmate for lucky. she and holly wore each other out and then i headed home. peace. it was good. why can't i do this for myself more often?

friday night was by far the good night though. open mic was a smash - though i had to do 2 things that i haven't before and both sucked. 1. tell the hisser. that if he didn't stop hissing he had to leave. (he hissed at every single person on themic, myself included, just to be contrary, not exactly the mood i am trying to foster about sharing art) he came back with "it's a sign of respect" and we just HAD to go there. he got cranky, but agreed to chill out the 2. i had to tell someone their time was up. they didnt even get to their piece to read. at the 15 minute mark i started the not so subtle hints. when those got ignored - at 20 minutes, i tried to nicely say - your time is up, you have to let other people on.

at least it was the end of the night, at least everyone else still got to read. that SUCKED. next open mic, i have to reinforce the 5 minute rule, and i will talk to the guy personally and make sure he knows i don't hate him, but he cannot ramble fo r that long if he is going to go up there. grrr.

those things aside, rau rau, rich and the pal came to support. and i felt just that, supported. some of the nights dancing plans fell through, and that was sad, but others didn't and i must say i was shocked when at 2am, i was the grandma as i dropped the r's off at the end up to keep going while i went home to sleep.

can i just say, i love dancing. no matter what, that is always true. got hit on more than usual at the club. then accidentally punched someone in the face. oops. spooky dancing to the cure can inspire that i guess. of course i knew he was fine, when i apologized and he used it as an excuse to flirt. ok. i didn't actually hurt you then, or maybe i did and he liked it...