Miami afternoon rain rolling in
A Couple of Things
The cashier at a Dallas airport Starbucks just called me ‘ladybug’, and I thought it was sorta cute.
While walking to my gate I passed the exact Auntie Ann’s Pretzel stand where threeish years ago I realized my wallet had fallen out of my bag on the plane I’d just gotten off of (three terminals away), and that I was going to miss my next flight, work, the cutoff for picking up my dog. Only zipup bags under plane seats ladies!
That’s all.
The online ad from Gigimo promises women “no more worry,” because they can restore their virginity for just $29.95. The ad says the “artificial virginity hymen” fits in the vagina and, upon penetration, oozes a bloodlike liquid.
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Via NPR
'You Become'
One of the men with whom I share office space has this excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams, written in calligraphy and framed on the wall of his office.
Often, when I arrive early for sessions, I wander the large office and peer at the myriad things he’s collected over the years: books, artwork, clocks, trinkets. I wonder how many of these things were token gifts from clients, the type of gifts we accept from a client, just that once, because it is small and its only symbolism is gratitude.
I keep coming back to this excerpt, reading it from the wall and thinking about how I’ve come to relove these words (I knew them as a child, but the meaning has morphed), and wondering if a client gifted him this in thanks for helping her to allow herself to really be loved by those around her, to become, to be Real.
Anyway, here’s the excerpt:
Out and About in LA
I thought I’d write a little blurb for LA peeps who might be looking for a romantic restaurant. We had a wonderful anniversary dinner at Il Cielo on Saturday. It was total-package wonderful. We sat outside under open sky and surrounded by twinkling lights, we had the best oaky Chianti I’ve tasted in a long time, and the food was superyum. The aspect that rounded out the whole experience was the service. It was spot on, and after dinner they offered us limoncello and biscotti on the house.
Ideas I Like
My friend Lauren and several of her workmates started a Lunch Club. I believe there are five of them, and each day one person brings lunch for everyone based on that week’s theme (salad, panini, etc.). She said it ends up being less expensive than preparing her own lunch every day, and that it’s a supertreat to have a delicious homemade lunch dropped off at her desk. The extra awesome factor is that her office is in Santa Monica and has a roof deck, so often the Lunch Club gathers up there to eat together.
For my husband, on our first wedding anniversary.
Vermont gifted us a perfect fall day, complete with blue skies, warmth, and leaves afire with the season.
I woke up that morning giddy with anticipation and the joy of being with women who cherish me, you, us…women with whom I laughed, primped, and basked in the love of it all
while you did the same, with your boys, downstairs.
We said our vows beneath the great ceiling of that cathedral, amongst nearly everyone whose existence is somehow inextricably attached and important to ours.
Today, a year later, I could say that I love you, and admire you, and am endlessly thankful that you are a part of my day to day. I could say that I bask in the idea of forever with you.
And all of that would be true.
But what about the daily laughter, the invented words, the easy hours, the long talks? What about the times that life has broken us and existence, if only for the moment, was the other’s shoulder, endless in its safety? What about my feeling inspired by our shared dreams, supported in and supporting of our separate ones?
What about acknowledging that all of that, that your presence in my life, makes me feel as if I’ve been plugged into an electrical outlet and I’m entirely alive for the first time?
What about feeling that forever does not seem long enough?
And then there’s the quiet peace that comes with remembering the first hours we spent together. I was in my third decade, wondering if I’d ever find a good man. And then I found you. Or you found me. Or maybe, as Rumi said, we were in each other all along.
Photos by Cyndi Freeman.
