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Wrong day!
Jun. 15th, 2012 08:09 pmMy sister came over with pastry (omg berry bread pudding!) Then took my mom over to her house... she has PROJECTS. Curtains and things! I miss my mom buzzing around the house... like a restless prairie dog or a meerkat on speed. We have a fridge full of food and things are startlingly clean here.
Moomin and I loafed around. I cleaned his room up from the toy sorting action that had been going on. Then yatima called me for friday writing date at a cafe. She fabulously picked us up and wom-handled my scooter into her car. We hung out at Haus with rebecca and talked about writing and they listened to my Idea. Also I wrote a big middle section of the Companion to the Doctor poem and yatima worked on her new idea related to Lion Witch & Wardrobe (very twisted.) Moomin read one of the volumes to Council of Wyrms, studying it intently and snarfling fizzy limeade. Yatima dropped us off at the ferry building... for val's ferry boat party... We had very stimulating conversation about how we are huge geniuses but then agreed we would only be footnotes in Moomin's biography as he invents new art forms that involve communication with dolphins AND aliens.
So, the ferry building... only for me to find out it was the wrong pier! on the wrong day! Hilarity ensued.
Moomin and I had a quesadilla and some ceviche and talked about the boats and the bay. Then we went to look at the rocketship and got chocolate and went out on the long long pier. (pier 14? where you can see the bay bridge.)
While reading a sign about fish and the mayor from 1988 we then got into a conversation with a very old hippie doing yoga on a yoga mat and picking dead skin off his feet. He told us the mayor from that time busted the Red Cross for stealing 5 million dollars from the money donated for the loma prieta quake. And then that the stars aligned for that quake and the great earthquake in 1906 and if you stuck a stick in the epicenter it would be pointing at the SAME STAR just that the earth was on the opposite side of the sun at the time -- but SF was pointing the same way -- in April vs. October.
We moved on down the pier and ended up looking at wriggly crabs in buckets and talking to a very 80s tattooed guy named scotty in a most excellent rugby wheelchair with Thrasher stickers all over it. He has a c7 injury and plays at the downtown y. I hoped he was not a skinhead. He was affable enough, and said that, um, Moomin, was his favorite name because of the singer from The Descendents. He had really great gloves with red rubber sewn onto the palms. His chair was a Melrose Rhino and the sides were amazingly dented and beat up from play. I wished I had that chair and could decorate it to look like a Dalek.
"Ahh, San Francisco!" Moomin commented after our walk and our conversations!
We are listening to the descendents now! Muahaha! Moomin has been dancing around to Bemba Colora and Melao de caña and other celia cruz songs I played some charles wright. he did a great comedy routine dance to Express Yourself acting like he was in a fight being punched and then going Ow! ow! to all the bits at the end. I have been lying here playing Glitch and eating chocolate while he alternately dances and organizes his Magic cards into a binder. He's reading me excerpts from the cards. It is very peaceful!
The bus home was crowded but cheerful. Everyone was in a Friday going home from work mood and they were all cooperative in crowding in yet more people. Moomin sat on my scooter in front of me to make more room. He said as we got off the bus that he thinks it is very interesting to look at people and imagine being them. What are they thinking? What are they feeling? What are they doing and what is it like to be in their bodies? I replied that this was one of the best gifts you can get from loving stories and books and movies, that you get ways to imagine other people's reality!
I had many moments of thinking of my translation of this poem, Diary of a Young Mother and feeling so proud of my fabulous child and lucky that he shares his thoughts with me!
Moomin and I loafed around. I cleaned his room up from the toy sorting action that had been going on. Then yatima called me for friday writing date at a cafe. She fabulously picked us up and wom-handled my scooter into her car. We hung out at Haus with rebecca and talked about writing and they listened to my Idea. Also I wrote a big middle section of the Companion to the Doctor poem and yatima worked on her new idea related to Lion Witch & Wardrobe (very twisted.) Moomin read one of the volumes to Council of Wyrms, studying it intently and snarfling fizzy limeade. Yatima dropped us off at the ferry building... for val's ferry boat party... We had very stimulating conversation about how we are huge geniuses but then agreed we would only be footnotes in Moomin's biography as he invents new art forms that involve communication with dolphins AND aliens.
So, the ferry building... only for me to find out it was the wrong pier! on the wrong day! Hilarity ensued.
Moomin and I had a quesadilla and some ceviche and talked about the boats and the bay. Then we went to look at the rocketship and got chocolate and went out on the long long pier. (pier 14? where you can see the bay bridge.)
While reading a sign about fish and the mayor from 1988 we then got into a conversation with a very old hippie doing yoga on a yoga mat and picking dead skin off his feet. He told us the mayor from that time busted the Red Cross for stealing 5 million dollars from the money donated for the loma prieta quake. And then that the stars aligned for that quake and the great earthquake in 1906 and if you stuck a stick in the epicenter it would be pointing at the SAME STAR just that the earth was on the opposite side of the sun at the time -- but SF was pointing the same way -- in April vs. October.
We moved on down the pier and ended up looking at wriggly crabs in buckets and talking to a very 80s tattooed guy named scotty in a most excellent rugby wheelchair with Thrasher stickers all over it. He has a c7 injury and plays at the downtown y. I hoped he was not a skinhead. He was affable enough, and said that, um, Moomin, was his favorite name because of the singer from The Descendents. He had really great gloves with red rubber sewn onto the palms. His chair was a Melrose Rhino and the sides were amazingly dented and beat up from play. I wished I had that chair and could decorate it to look like a Dalek.
"Ahh, San Francisco!" Moomin commented after our walk and our conversations!
We are listening to the descendents now! Muahaha! Moomin has been dancing around to Bemba Colora and Melao de caña and other celia cruz songs I played some charles wright. he did a great comedy routine dance to Express Yourself acting like he was in a fight being punched and then going Ow! ow! to all the bits at the end. I have been lying here playing Glitch and eating chocolate while he alternately dances and organizes his Magic cards into a binder. He's reading me excerpts from the cards. It is very peaceful!
The bus home was crowded but cheerful. Everyone was in a Friday going home from work mood and they were all cooperative in crowding in yet more people. Moomin sat on my scooter in front of me to make more room. He said as we got off the bus that he thinks it is very interesting to look at people and imagine being them. What are they thinking? What are they feeling? What are they doing and what is it like to be in their bodies? I replied that this was one of the best gifts you can get from loving stories and books and movies, that you get ways to imagine other people's reality!
I had many moments of thinking of my translation of this poem, Diary of a Young Mother and feeling so proud of my fabulous child and lucky that he shares his thoughts with me!
