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  • Friday, May 10, 2002
    I have been told to blog, right NOW, by Miss Tavie. Though I have been a better blogger, my last post stated that I was not a happy camper.
    I am swinging between happy and unhappy with surprising ease today. I was bratty at work and that was fun, though the commercials for that pretentcious afternoon talk show lady kept running on the radio about her special 'Mother's Day' edition show almost made me curl up in a fetal position. Her 'special' show being about the kids who lost their mothers during the bad thing. She also had one kid that lost both parents and a grandmother. Happy fucking Mother's Day everyone.

    Anyway, I really was better , aside from that.

    Yesterday, Evelyn, Cindy and I were driving back to work after lunch when Evelyn started sucking in her breath and turning pale. I freaked out! I almost wrecked my car, because I thought she was having a stroke. Suddenly she looks at me and says, "I don't want to scare you, but..." just then a giant butterfly flew out from the driver side sun visor and went past me, "there is a bat in the car!". She didn't want to scare me??? I was trying to figure out if I could do CPR and that was her way of trying "not' to scare me! I pulled over and she jumped out of my car, screaming about the bat. Cindy and I just sat staring at each other. I asked Cindy if she could see where the butterfly went. She told me it flew out the door when Evelyn opened the door. Cindy had though that Evelyn was having a stroke, also. Evelyn did not believe us that it was a butterfly. She said it was hanging upside down and it had a furry face and giant eyes. It was so funny at this point. Crazy girl. Two hours later Cindy and I were working away when Cindy looked up and said to me that her heart was still pounding cause Evelyn had scared us so bad.
    Wednesday, May 08, 2002
    I have had a rough few days...I am not a happy camper and I hate feeling all down in the dumps.
    I blame T.V.
    Monday, May 06, 2002
    After reading that Tavie left her phone here, I turned around to see it lying face down on the floor behind me. Very sad and yet I actually grimaced in fear at the thought of it ringing at odd hours and me being startled by the refrain of 'Oh Canada!'
    I'm not a very good friend, I should be more worried about Tavie wandering that city phoneless....well, now that I mention it, I SHALL worry about Tavie wandering the streets phoneless.
    Sunday, May 05, 2002
    I was thinking about the place I lived in London the other day while I was on the PATH. The whole trip from home to 14th St.
    Primrose Hill, such a pretty place. Our garden backed right into the park, seperated by an old brick wall, so we had to walk a few houses down to the entrance. I loved that place. At the top you could see St. Paul's and we could walk to the zoo in half an hour. Spent a lot of time there. At summer solstace the druids were at the top of the hill dancing and smoking pot. It was fantastic.
    I could walk to a huge open market that was held every weekend and you could wander the booths for hours and never get bored. It was along side of one of the many canals.
    I went out into the countryside almost every single weekend. No place in particular in mind. Just stuck clean clothes into my backback and off I went. Lots of day trips. I also spent a week in Scottland.
    I loved going to the Tower, to the museums, except the British Museum which I hated with a passion cause it was cold and managed to make all the wonderful artifacts something I did not want to see. The Victoria and Albert Museum was my favorite and I loved the toy museum in Paddington which had the greatest escalator in it's underground station.
    Hated most of the food, except the Indian and the places that were American.
    Much as I loved it there as a place to visit and explore, I just as equally hated living there and could not wait to come home. I'm a little strange that way.
    I cried with happiness when I saw the skyline when I came back home. The two towers gleaming in the sun. Home.
    Now I cry cause I will never see that sight again. Don't know why that part just came over me. It wasn't in my thoughts yesterday, but then again maybe it was, cause the whole time I was thinking about London, I was staring at the sign that has the two long flags to represent the towers in the PA ad that they have for their fallen coworkers.
    I'll just shut up now.

    Mike wrote such a beautiful poem. I wonder if he would allow Tavie to link to it.