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multipurposegoddessI went and saw my sister's one-woman show last night. It's called Hopeless, hence the subject up there. it's kind of hard to describe, but it's about how reaching the end of your rope and losing hope is the beginning of being ok with who and where you really are. Actual tears in a couple of spots (which, on the one hand not hard to get from me right now, but in public a little more so) and genuine laughter (which is more telling, probably). This run is dedicated to Henry's memory - when I called and told her, she didn't even try to sleep that night and she kept remembering lines from Hopeless as she lay awake, and that was more or less why she decided to perform it again. He never got to see this particular show. He would have liked it, I think. I'll probably go again, maybe this Sunday or next Sunday at 2 PM so I can take the train home - I'd have to catch BART before the end of the show to be able to get home on Amtrak in the evening, so annoying. Which is why I drove last night, and got a parking ticket because I couldn't figure out how to pay the fee for the lot next to the Shambhala Center. I can appeal the ticket via e-mail, which is convenient, but I am resigned to probably having to shell out for Berkeley's hard to understand signs. Perhaps I will be pleasantly surprised.
I got won of those machine-generated calls that said it was an attempt to collect a debt yesterday. I didn't bother to call back because really, yo want me to give you money you need to tell me who you are at the very least, not just give me an anonymous 800 number to call for an unspecified debt. It's preying on my mind a little just because I've been trying very hard to stay on top of all my bills. The only thing I know I haven't paid is the ambulance bill, but when I called and gave them the insurance information they said they would bill them, so I figured they would, if necessary, send another bill if I was supposed to pay them after all. So I don't know what that is.
Trying to decide if I want to go to services this morning. I've got a couple more hours in which I can get get ready if I do, but I've also got a thing this afternoon and that may be enough for one day, I'm not sure. Feels like a lot of being out among the humans lately, even if it is mostly humans I am closely related to.
I absent-mindedly made my coffee with cream and sugar when I intended to drink it black (it's an extremely fancy coffee I just got and I am trying to savor it's delicate complexities so as to get my money's worth); that's something Henry would do all the time and it was a much more sweet than bitter reminder of him, today. And I remembered to set out the croissants to rise overnight, so, breakfast is a success. Good start to the day.
I got won of those machine-generated calls that said it was an attempt to collect a debt yesterday. I didn't bother to call back because really, yo want me to give you money you need to tell me who you are at the very least, not just give me an anonymous 800 number to call for an unspecified debt. It's preying on my mind a little just because I've been trying very hard to stay on top of all my bills. The only thing I know I haven't paid is the ambulance bill, but when I called and gave them the insurance information they said they would bill them, so I figured they would, if necessary, send another bill if I was supposed to pay them after all. So I don't know what that is.
Trying to decide if I want to go to services this morning. I've got a couple more hours in which I can get get ready if I do, but I've also got a thing this afternoon and that may be enough for one day, I'm not sure. Feels like a lot of being out among the humans lately, even if it is mostly humans I am closely related to.
I absent-mindedly made my coffee with cream and sugar when I intended to drink it black (it's an extremely fancy coffee I just got and I am trying to savor it's delicate complexities so as to get my money's worth); that's something Henry would do all the time and it was a much more sweet than bitter reminder of him, today. And I remembered to set out the croissants to rise overnight, so, breakfast is a success. Good start to the day.
