weekendy

sorry it's been so long. houseguests, you know? did my typical can't-get-out-of-bed thing saturday morning, then sewed frantically to get finished before i had to meet with the fashion designer. i was so over it all. but we had our little meeting, and i went out to catch the division st bus. after 5 or 10 min, the fashion designer comes out and waits with me- she's on her way to chinatown. but it's ok, because soon enough the bus will come and i can crawl into my book and escape. but no. we chat and chat, the flow of smalltalk is unending, i know so much more about her than i ever wanted to, and still the bus doesn't come. i call the cta= there was supposed to be one at 7.20 and another at 7.40. there is no sign. there's one other guy waiting with us- he says, let's order a pizza, knock out the driver and steal his car. the fashion designer decides she's just going to go home and go to chinatown tomorrow. i just want outta here. eventually they end up getting a cab- the fashion designer says split 3 ways it will only be about $2 to the red line- what we would have paid on the bus anyway. so thats what we do. the division st bus never ever does come. who knows how long i would have been waiting. i'd already wasted 45 minutes of my life on that corner. it was pretty bad.

once i get home anne and tammy arrive. i had a good time with their visit, both for sat night and just anne for sunday and monday. actually, all we did was sit in my kitchen and talk- they had enough to do in the city by themselves. nothing really intense or awkward or uncomfortable. last night with anne we stayed up rather late talking about health and faith and life purpose. so it could have been really awful and so i guess i'm just really greatful that i feel like she respects me and my opinions, even though they are so very very different than hers. whatever- all this to say, i love houseguests. oh, and we made the most amazingly beautiful fruit salad- peaches and kiwi and blueberries and pineapple and cherries- i took the last pics with my roll of film from the beach, so hopefully those all will be posted soon.

i'm a little out of chronology here, though- sunday i talked to l and texted s, then chatted with ch and a- a regular lineup of the letters with my free weekend minutes. tried to get sewing accomplished unsuccessfully- i just put off eating all day until i got to a good stopping point, but i never did. i wanted to have the jackets done so i could work on the pants today, but i only have them cut out. i am such a lazy bum i should not be permitted to work for myself.

finally at 5 or so i had to quit to cook- (odessa beets, cold gingered asparagus, pasta salad with honey mustard vinagrette, if you must know) and felt better then. met ch and hugo for market days- which was fine, not that different from any street festival. except of course, the pride parade crowd. the paired girls were really getting me down. i'm sure if i was a gay man i would cry and pout about the meat market and doesn't anyone believe in true love or long term relationships? but lesbians are just so evenly numbered. am i the only girl in the city who ever does anything alone? i don't think there's anything wrong with that. and i guess i wasn't really alone, either, i was with ch and hugo, who were quite kind to me, sharing fried sweet potato buttterfly chips and cuddling.
doesn't ch have the best camera phone?
i'm amazed at the photo quality he gets. last week when we watched anything else, he took this one of me in the setting sun: it was very butterscotchy, and i felt kinda like a kitty cat with my tofu hash.

but now, the weekend is over, and monday is over, and i am behind not just in sewing but in life. i need to take some flower remedies- i don't know how i can feel overwhemed by the amount of people whose voicemails i need to return and at the same time so deeply essentially lonely and unloveable. i mean really, could you choose? one or the other, please.