Arrived 4 p.m. Wednesday April 25.
Weather: Perfect. Blue skies. Crazy breezes. No humidity.
Sat outside the airport on my suitcase and tried to have a forever moment while waiting for Susan.
Felt the breezes.
Heard the traffic.
Smelled the traffic.
Saw dappled sun, girl in hot pink shorts, girl in long dress.
Felt relief, peace and happiness that I was here.
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Susan picked me up and we picked up where we left off. Laughed til we almost peed. Went to a Turkish restaurant and wondered what was wrong with people. Drank tea. Ate salmon. Shopped for food we swear we're gonna cook, but probably won't. Sneaked dark chocolate malted milk balls out of bulk bins. And then home to my room inside the house where Mama lived and burned. I love the little room upstairs that Susan renovated in her oh so signature style, that I get to live in for 14 days, while I'm not partying, eating, driving around taking pictures and listening to music. It is my haven for these 14 days, a respite from the weary world, which has been especially weary of late. Take that, Dr. Ninnyhammer Nutbag at the Cleveland Clinic, which is another story for another blog. Meanwhile, we finished the night by watching really stupid YouTubes and looking through pictures of Mama and the family when we were young-er. Hundreds of pictures. Hundreds, I tell you. I didn't steal a one, Susan. I promise. I drank wine and stumbled up the steep stairs to my room. Today is a brand new day, and I cannot wait to see what I see. Love this city. Love my sister. Love Jazz Festival. Yes.
Weather: Perfect. Blue skies. Crazy breezes. No humidity.
Sat outside the airport on my suitcase and tried to have a forever moment while waiting for Susan.
Felt the breezes.
Heard the traffic.
Smelled the traffic.
Saw dappled sun, girl in hot pink shorts, girl in long dress.
Felt relief, peace and happiness that I was here.
~
Susan picked me up and we picked up where we left off. Laughed til we almost peed. Went to a Turkish restaurant and wondered what was wrong with people. Drank tea. Ate salmon. Shopped for food we swear we're gonna cook, but probably won't. Sneaked dark chocolate malted milk balls out of bulk bins. And then home to my room inside the house where Mama lived and burned. I love the little room upstairs that Susan renovated in her oh so signature style, that I get to live in for 14 days, while I'm not partying, eating, driving around taking pictures and listening to music. It is my haven for these 14 days, a respite from the weary world, which has been especially weary of late. Take that, Dr. Ninnyhammer Nutbag at the Cleveland Clinic, which is another story for another blog. Meanwhile, we finished the night by watching really stupid YouTubes and looking through pictures of Mama and the family when we were young-er. Hundreds of pictures. Hundreds, I tell you. I didn't steal a one, Susan. I promise. I drank wine and stumbled up the steep stairs to my room. Today is a brand new day, and I cannot wait to see what I see. Love this city. Love my sister. Love Jazz Festival. Yes.
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LOL! Take that Dr. Ninnyhammer Nutbag!
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ReplyDeleteninnyhammer (ˈnɪnɪˌhæmə)
— n
( US ), ( Canadian ) a ninny
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