Friday, September 30, 2011

The Eve Before It All Begins

Tonight the world is a-hush. It is the eve of the Golden Time for the Golden Child. I am autumn's golden child. It is the Eve of the Month of My Increasing Power. My blood runs on high October octane. My energies are at their peak.

In a canyon deep in the heart of Zuni land in west-central New Mexico, a herd of wild mustangs  paws the earth and snorts. At the stroke of midnight they will break out running, their hooves ringing out an earth song celebrating my birth, their manes flying freely in my honor. Deep in a primevial forest, an elf will emerge from his crude tree dwelling and join a fairy ring dancing on a bed of moss, and the elf and fairies will signal to all the creatures of magic and mischief that the time at last has rolled around again, a time of merriment and mayhem in my honor, and the fairies will sprinkle their fairy dust in the shape of my silhouetted head. A bungee jumper in New Zealand will plunge hundreds of feet off a cliff, shouting my name so that it echoes off the rocks and reverberates throughout the valley. Simooooonnne!  Simooooooooone! Simoooooaaaaanne!. The moon will come out at night anxious to share my sky, its dark side bulbous and visible against its Lite Brite cresent. The solar wind will intensify. Robots will march across the land. Rows and rows of goofy, lovable robots, made from old machine parts and washer dials and transitor tubes, and in their cute robot voices they will say "Sim One We Are Loyal....Sim One We Are Loyal .....Sim One We Are Loyal....Sim One We Will Follow.......Some of these robots will be somewhat attractive....People who like to build random rock sculptures on mountain trails and river beds will build even more rock sculptures in those places. A man sitting in a tent will rise and face the east as the dawn breaks, and he will smoke peyote and burn sage and sing of the blessing that is my birth.  A woman on a boat in a boggy swamp will string Christmas lights and hand out candy to children.

These things will take place as the eve of my month of increasing power gives way to the eve of my birth. These things will happen as they happened long ago. But not SO long ago ---they have happened since the morning of the day I alighted upon this earth sphere. Which was really not so long ago. But it happened then and it's happening now and ever more shall be.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A Good Day For It

It was a brilliantly lovely fall day today. On my lunch break I saw a woman walking in the park, smoking a cigarette. I applauded her freedom. Obviously smoking was the thing she wanted to do in that moment, with the sunshine in her hair and mild breeze on her skin. So why shouldn't she? There are those who would make out like it's some sort of moral failing on her part, for wanting to light up instead of taking advantage of the fresh air, but maybe she'd had enough of fresh air. Maybe what she really needed right then was a good, clean smoke. Without apology, without filters.    

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Darn it, they plugged up the gap in the fence over on Barkley street. That means our dog Cheri can't see her boyfriend no more. He used to hang his head through the gap and get fresh with her. She didn't seem to mind it one bit. She would sit there and let him, uh, er...check her out. I'll miss his sorrowful face and the way he used to stick his neck out between the boards to look at Cheri when we came up the street. He looked just like a hound dog in the movies. And yeah, this all happened on Barkley street, for real.

The other day, Lilah's volleyball team had a car wash. She was supposed to make a sign for it.

I was like, "I'm not running out to buy poster board. We have cardboard in the garage. You can use that."

Lilah was like, "I'm not gonna use cardboard. That's what hobos use."

I was like, "Oh for pete's sake. You can use cardboard."

Lilah was like, "I'm not using cardboard."

Me: "Well, I'm not going to run out and buy poster board!"

Lilah: "You always see hobos with cardboard signs. They never have poster board signs."

Me:  "Of course they don't have poster board signs. And that's a good thing. Because if you give a hobo money, you don't want him running off and buying poster board. You want him to buy a sandwich, or a pint to steady his nerves."

Lilah: "Yeah, so I'm not using cardboard."

Me: "Well I'm not running out to buy poster board!

 Lilah: "I know!"

Me: "How about a pizza box? We have a pizza box. It's white. It looks clean. You could use that."

Lilah: "No, I'm not using a pizza box."

Me: "You won't look like a hobo if you use a pizza box. Hobos don't have pizza boxes. Hobos don't get carryout from Pizza Hut."

Lilah: "No!"

Me: "Fine! But I'm not running out to buy poster board!"