November

I would like to come back here and write stuff.....

Bottles

Oh what a long strange road this year has been!

I'm building a paper ship in a bottle, that will take up some time. I'm strangely okay with everything that is going on right now which worries me. Something's not right and I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I should build a paper shoe in a bottle and set it to float out on the sea or a glass kite and see if it flies or a submarine that won't sink. Something. Anything.

party

This is how I spent a Sunday afternoon.



Drums, drums, more drums, people crammed in a basement, dancing barefoot, ladies with their hair scraped back wearing their best Sunday hair pieces, tight coils of braids on the back of their heads, everyone dressed in yellow and white, plates of stewed goat, yuca, rice, chicken, okra passed along, cans of orange soda (you can't have a Latin party without orange soda), everyone sweating and swaying.

Feet

When you're staying at home on a Saturday night because you're feets are killing you from walking what feels like the entire planet Earth but was only a slice of Brooklyn, you start looking up old songs on You Tube because anything else requires too much effort.

I'm happy to have found these two:



And I remembered all the lyrics! Oh the songs of my childhood, not to mention the fashions.

This next one was considered X rated in its day until Donna Summer came along and moaned and groaned on "Love to Love You" until we felt truly naughty for listening:



Another favorite. I thought the lead singer looked and sounded like Teddy Pendergrass who I loved almost as much as Shaun Cassidy:



My all time favorite that should be played at my funeral:

Puppy

and me

Time's Up

It's been a year since I left my old job of 20 years and took a vow of poverty. I've had great fun but now it's time to grow up and get a real jobby job that pays not a big six figure salary but enough to pay my bills.

I think I have an interview outfit somewhere and if I start now, I can get my feet used to wearing real shoes once again. My dumbest thought is whether I should wear my hearing aids on an interview. They do help me hear (duh) and they are not totally noticeable but not the most discrete pair out there. Will an employer hold it against me? Will they hire me thinking I fill some sort of handicapped employee quota? People have weird reactions to hearing aids; either they find them gross or I get the "I'm so deaf..." story.

I don't wear them at my current job because I sit six inches away from my boss who's voice is as subtle as a foghorn. I don't understand Carlos at work because my brain doesn't switch as fast from Spanish to English to Mexican slang back to English as fast as his does. It doesn't matter, his conversations are all the same and can be summed up in two sentences: "Let's have sex" and "Let's have a beer". Sometimes he'll mix it up and say "Let's have drunk sex". I guess that's when he's in a hurry.

So it's time for me to try to be enthusiastic about finding a "real" job and go on interviews and see what's out there. It's a big abundant world, I'll find something soon enough.

start

I'm wearing my ex cross dressing boyfriend's dress.

That line would be a good start for a story. I need to get writing again.