Poor Unfortunate Victims

I spent a sunny Mother's Day with two different local families after treating myself to a soak and sauna at Common Ground.  Nice to observe awkward family drama that I'm not really a part of.  I see the value in just getting along and having a good time, but it can be so difficult to do while remaining conscious.  Got a new/old pillow at a resale shop.  My other son sent me roses and I got a bouquet with lilacs and talked to my mother on Saturday.

Later I made dinner for my son and watched a little tv with him then went to the pub. I was sober enough to notice people drunker than me.  Dan played Zappa in a more than usual rock-type show.

Sunny and moony Cinco de Mayo. The weekend went by too quickly. A doctor worked to save my orchid. I had my first kumquats. People have been making comments about my hair. I probably look like a freak.

I had a vacation from work to go to Cleveland. Then at the end of last month it was Arbor Day, yay trees! Then May Day! It was great to be with the ILWU Local 8 celebrating International Workers Day. What is Beltane? I think I'm celebrating that too. It's Golden Week in Japan combining 9 holidays. I finished a couple of books I'd been reading for a while. Maybe I have turned a page.

Kboo has been great for me today. Democracy Now!, Positively Revolting, my favorite women singers. Harbingers of the Great Turning.

Friday the 13th

I saw the best show in my life I think. Elvis at the Schnitz with some of that Napoleon Dynamite stuff happening. I went up closer than my assigned seat and could read the song names on the spinning wheel. The first woman called up on stage was Becky and Elvis said out name multiple times. He took advantage of the acoustics and sang without the mic on one solo song. The colors of the set reminded me of my flannel comforter cover. I didn't get called on stage to dance in the Go Go girl cage, but I was on my feet for most of the night.



One of the spins was a medley of songs about time, Clowntime is Over, Straight Time, Man Out of Time. I can't remember all of the songs, but he played for 2 1/2 hours of beloved song after song familiar but not by rote. He and the Imposters seemed to really enjoy the show. I felt a moment of magic when he played the song I wanted, without a spin.



We didn't get Party Girl in Portland. But here it is from Seattle the night before:

Not enough springing forward

I'm falling a little behind on my holiday blogging. Today is National Sibling Day. I facebooked my brother.

Ash Wednesday I sat by a fire blazing, saw the moon rise and set above the ocean.

I'm going to my old family's late-Passover this weekend, went to a community seder Saturday night and lit candles, fixed a seder plate, made matzoh ball soup and read Exodus by myself on the full moon Friday for the first night of Passover. Following the commandments gives me a sense of order I guess. I thought about the ways that I have freed myself. I'm don't think I've quite made it to the promised land, but my desert wandering is full of dancing and tambourines.

I met a new family on Easter and wanted to eat a yummy looking Christian baby.

I think the autumn holidays of Thanksgiving and Atonement suit my disposition better, but my world is full of colorful flowers and the sun sure is nice when it shines.

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It was an active weekend. Kissed a zombie. Dancing and drinking as usual, more musical variety than normal, and a little aromatherapy thrown in. The Real Davis refers to the Real Kramer, not the Real Slim Shady. I heard praises sung to Smiley Lewis.

I didn't get fooled much, a tiny cherry blossom trick.

I missed the Cesar Chavez Day gathering at St. Francis. I'm tempted to let a friend convince me that supporting musicians is a worthwhile contribution to society.