think of it as a letter….insufficient postage and all… (3/08)

May 23rd, 2010 Comments Off

i’d like to give a nod to the ever so charming, dependable, essential and mysterious leap day.  where fitzgerald romanticizes the longest day of the year as offering refuge with its extra hours of sunlight….i see it only promising tomorrow will be darker.  i am a fan of leap day.  she gives, promising nothing but to give again.  there is a certain generosity about a leap year.   with its gift of  the intercalary day gently nestled in the otherwise predictable calendar.  she was inserted to harmonize the calendar with the solar year.  what a poetic purpose to have…harmonizing with the solar year.  without these sweet little packages of an extra 24 hours appearing every 4 years what chaos would our lives be thrown into?  she materializes….she harmonizes…and reliable as they come reappears 4 years later when in her absence… apparently all hell would break loose.  i celebrate that clear concise objective in life that leaves room for years of backstory to unfold.  some of me feels the day itself has the luxury of las vegas.  whatever happens on leap day disappears the moment it can no longer be seen filling  a solid square box on the proverbial calendar of our life.  so, what did i do on this jackpot of a day?  I’m sure i can’t recall at this time.   but i know i didn’t buy an umbrella.

in this country i’m learning about “absorption.” mine of the language and that of the paper products seem to be of similar quality.  they may be trying but it’s really not getting the job done.  it seems the napkins are one step away from lined notebook paper and the fabric made to wash dishes actually repels water.  which is good to know as i have mentioned i do not have an umbrella.  it broke in the gales of england and i couldn’t persuade myself to spend 80 pounds on a new one.  i figured i’d pick one up for 2 pesos in argentina.  while it has been raining on and off the past week i still have yet to get one.
i’ve always been a fan of the rain. from the light mists possible in the san francisco area (where you weren’t sure if it was just the breeze blowing the ocean in from the bay or drops actually falling from the clouds in the sky) to the 2:30 opening of the heavens in el yunque.   a place so heavy and ripe with fertility and life you are overwhelmed with the thought of walking in mother nature’s womb.  in the wilderness of puerto rico the roosters would crow incessantly, almost 24 hours.   thinking, apparently, every moment was a chance at a new day.   but inevitably, at 2:30, they rested…and it rained.  calling into question if they were really roosters or some sort of rain warriors crying to the skies for our daily baptism and redemption.

i will not say no to a gracious gentleman (and yes it is always a man) offering to share his umbrella. i certainly am not seeking the sanctuary they supply.  so, yesterday as no man or woman was on the street the rain teased on and off for an hour as i jumped over puddles finding shelter in sporadic awnings.  i was walking the opposite direction down a one way street where every bus going by would have taken me further from home.  granted i could have walked one block west to the buses heading in my direction or jumped in any one of the numerous cabs that passed (some even slowing…some even honking to make sure i saw them) but what would that have gotten me?  dry and home?   i didn’t need to be home and i was already wet….so ta-ra-ra-boom-dea i continued.   although, i was suspicious of the trees as they seemed to be revived by  the rain and flexing there new strength.  branches i had easily passed under on the way to the cafe now hovered so low to the ground i practically had to crawl under them.  it was a bit unnerving, fearing that in their new proud state they would see me as a mere mortal and swallow me whole.  this was not the case.  i am happy to say the trees remained free of carnivorous urges.  and what is as likely as trees eating humans?…me joining facebook.

i joined facebook.  it was primarily because  so many folks were asking for pictures.  endless number of people telling me  i should… and then alfredo… you said you had your paintings posted…or did i just hear that?  anyway i fell for it and joined.   there are moments in my life when i really would cave to any request i feel so dispassionate one way or the other. hopefully i don’t have any tells to when those times may occur.  i can just imagine that information getting into the wrong hands and all of a sudden i’ve purchased a miniature horse farm in the alps.

to those of you who are always impressed by my gramma and her emailing me or using phone cards, with more complex codes, pin numbers and spanish speaking prompts then the the cuban missile crisis, she has joined facebook.  i can’t give you her name because she is afraid someone (any one of you really) will steal her identity and then either make off with her money or go around posting indecent material under her assumed name.  did i mention that she actually is using someone else’s name… her fear is so great.  isn’t it gramma?  she doesn’t really want to see how many friends/thumbnail photos she can accrue she just wants to see my pictures.  so, people who write on my wall…keep it clean (unless it is spanish or icelandic). gramma only puts up with the trash talk  when it’s coming from me.  isn’t unconditional love one of the greatest concepts man felt the need to name?  if you say no i won’t love you anymore.

thank you to all the patina providers…my thirst has been quenched.

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