ouf. that last post. man. that was rough to re-read. sometimes i wonder why i post as much of myself here as i do ... anyway, i'm feeling better and while i didn't write a song about it or anything, i'd still like to tell you how it go ...
damn i miss in living color.
so rachel got here a week ago. my, my, what fun we had. too much to recap, but all of it was good, so totally us, funny (and hades hot). way to bring the heat rachel. tonight it's 64 degrees. my window is up and my fan is blowing and it's actually quite chilled in the lil' room.
anyway, there are many things that i am reliving now that it's back to just me. but i'd be remiss were i not to pay some homage to miss rachel for delighting me with her timely visit.
ahem. i pray, a poem i share for thee --
new york welcomed you heartily and quickly and warmly; it greeted you when i couldn't. though i warned you, all day you walked, thirsting and dehydrating when you shouldn't --
have (man i suck at poetry).
there were long walks, much heat and great laughs over the words bird and pigeon. you drank vitaminwater aplenty, saw where i work, met dear mr. fidgeon. (check)
you saw sights from up high, miss libbie via boat, you even crept into subway stations down many stairs far, far below. we talked bonnie at mimma's, prayed many a time for some cool air flow, and you heard the waiter when i hopefully asked for cherry coke and what'd i get? No.(emphatically)
you shopped while i worked, for your hurting toe i offered gauze, and then there was that lavender movie we thought was about menopause ...
i had so much fun, 'twas such a great visit, i even watched you go without shedding a tear - (monumental as i stink at g'byes) but i can't resist, one more time, i'm just saying what's true - you should just move here!
-- end poem --
ahem, also, in honor of our traipse through Shakespeare's Garden I say:
I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good friends.
that's from the man himself :) it once again got me to thinking about that general saying about friends and how they sometimes become (if you're lucky) the family that you make for yourself. increasingly i find myself feeling quite lucky, as my family has grown and is really something special. tonight, because i am sleepy, but feel as though i should say something, i'm gonna proffer more quotes.
well just one more because i'm sleepy, but promise all to get back to my thoughtful, irreverently, witty self soon (i hope). and yes, i know, the why i'm not nice theory warrants further explanation upon which i will work ... faithfully.
anyhow:
For Rachel -
1. Up on the roof, may you ne'er forget the wondrous view and welcome city breezes that cooled us and carried us off to dreamland on 2 nights --
Night Dreams ~ Beneath a starry landscape we journey into dreams on silvery night wings to distant places. Cross the threshold and enter worlds beyond where hidden secrets wait to unfold their enchanting magic.
2. The Golden Girls is still frichen hilarious and I thank you for being a friend ...
By friendship you mean the greatest love, the greatest usefulness, the most open communication, the noblest sufferings, the severest truth, the heartiest counsel, and the greatest union of minds of which brave men and women are capable. ~ Jeremy Taylor ~
You were all these things, and I thank you for them all ...