Things seem clearer in the silver light of the extraordinary - Harlan Ellison

Just got a copy of "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' for .75 plus shipping. You cannot beat that. I just want to curl up and read now.

It is an ok Monday all in all - Just working through the list, and feeling better although sore today. Taking it easy in a good way.

Was going to hear a lecture tonight, but may skip it. have some things to work on with Simon. We may team up on a guerilla film project. Interestingly enough, Simon suggested me for the project. We do not work together on pro projects and I was encouraged by this. He is really trying to be collaborative on all fronts. This one would be great fun should it work out.
that is really about it for Monday for me at the moment.

so happy that Simon is home! great stories, shortbread, vino, photobooks, jewelry and an antique camera from the UK! But most of all my jetlagged, fuzzy oik is home..
cool pictures - we both are the keepers of the family archives. he brought back some stunning shots from his moms side of the family. will scan and post.

sigh...nice to have him back, as fussy as he may be!!!

some beautiful things my husband has done for us lately. just need to make a note of it here.
I have been the recipient of some TLC. I love him.

I am so pleased I got to see this Film


we needed it today -

Well, the cancer is back and our darling kittie has a month on the outside. It has been rough, as one would expect, but she is not in pain and when the time comes, we have someone who will come to the house. our promise to her is that she will never, ever have to get back in the beige box again to go see the vet..

We are alright. one thing at a time.

tomorrow Simon has to have a colonoscopy - i took a personal day off work to take care of him. this is just a precaution in view of his fathers cancer.
I have raged about cancer before in my journal, so wont do it again.
surrounding all of us with love and light.

I will say that the little things become more lovely and important when one gets quiet. like the light through my window and the light reflecting off of my kitties eyes. Late afternoon light.

If you ever find yourself in Idyllwild, treat yourself and go here:
http://www.cafearoma.org/
for a glass of wine, dinner or breakfast if you want.
here is why:
there is a woman who plays guitar on saturday afternoons and she plays Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez. it will make you cry.
there is a pretty man who wears a beret well and he plays classical guitar on Sunday morning while you eat breakfast and read the paper.
The bathroom is papered with the poems of RUMI.
they have 2 cats that are better than any tv show to watch.

I fell in love again with my husband here on Saturday night. then it snowed and we had breakfast there sunday watching the drifts and giggled. it was not just the altitude.

friday night - yoga
then home to cuddle on the couch and watch Eastern Promises while the storm rages on.
Saturday - we must have been beat - slept in.
errands and a great pot of chili.
scored at a thrift store with a lovely pair of clogs with sheepskin lining and a book of short stories. perfect for rainy day.
watched the debates and indulged our political addictions until i could not stand any of them any more.
up early. went for a long walk inbetween rain, home and i baked our French Toast, which is a lovely alternative.
read the papers together.
simon is at his writers group now - its a bath for me.
we MAY go to the movies tonight or we MAY NOT.
today i read about a poet that i instantly loved: Mary Oliver - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver

Yes! No!
Mary Oliver

How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout
lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I
think serenity is not something you just find in the world,
like a plum tree, holding up its white petals.

The violets, along the river, are opening their blue faces, like
small dark lanterns.

The green mosses, being so many, are as good as brawny.

How important it is to walk along, not in haste but slowly,
looking at everything and calling out

Yes! No! The

swan, for all his pomp, his robes of grass and petals, wants
only to be allowed to live on the nameless pond. The catbrier
is without fault. The water thrushes, down among the sloppy
rocks, are going crazy with happiness. Imagination is better
than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless
and proper work.