Beauty of whatever kind, in it's supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

- Poe

LAst two weeks in October

Where have I been? Good question. After I finally got a hold of time and realized life must continue. Staying in contact with my mom and her journey to find my grandmother a new house, our house was robbed and my laptop was stolen, then when I feel that it's going to be ok, with every nook and cranny magnetized and ready to go, my grandmother calls. My other grandmother. She feels sick. She has two daughters, my parents and numerous cousins. She called me. sigh. It's scary to get that call. She is the elder of the family and I have no idea about elder care. How much to push, how much is normal. I drove over as fast as I could. Ran out of the car and up the steps of her early 1900's home. She looked ill. As I was driving I called my aunt and told her she had called. she said she would meet me. I took grandma and my tia followed. What a rush. In the end, grandma had low potassium and she suffers from GERD. So some pills, bananas and OJ. The GERD was cause her to dry heave, which was causing her body to become weak, head ache and sleepy. I was more than happy to purchase her pills and take her home. Scary.

Rambling post, I know.

Since the loss of my computer, I have no pictures to post. SO some of my creative juices have become dry and stale. I hope to get back on the ball soon. I miss posting pictures.

On my home... first stop... to pick up some Cold Stone Ice Cream for my Baby

Driving out of our drive way for a late dinner date.

mmmm.... sushi.

Saturday

we ate a small coffee and pastry breakfast and no dinner in order to get our fill here at lunch. Buuurrrrgersssss!

Sunday

After running errands we stopped in to grab a drink. He, a toffee crunch mocha latte grande soy frappa something with cream and caramel on top. Me, a green tea latte. We sat and read a few magazines. He on music, me on tattoos and studio spaces (art).

We had a BBQ and I bought him this little cake. Big enough for the two of us. Happy Birthday baby.

Walking on a bridge, across a paved river. The sky is in the "blue" hour and yet there is an inkling of yellow sweeping past through the clouds. It's empty. There is no one around. The bridge goes North to South and as I cross it, with trees and grass on the other side, I look back. I look back only to see my self watching me. On the bridge, I turn around enough to still have my back to myself, my hair loose, wisping around in the wind. No smile... no expression. Just a sad eye contact. I turn around on the bridge and start walking away from myself.


This is the image that popped into my head when my mother told me that my tia is not eating anymore. She is home now from the hospital. She will not be going back. The family is down. We'll she them tomorrow.

Today we will celebrate my parent anniversary and my brothers birthday. I'm glad.