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Thank You For Wearing Flowers In Your Hair

January 16, 2014

She said to me this evening as I was leaving the neighborhood to hit Irving Street and play defensive bicyclist trying not to die so you can find a parking spot.

“They really suit you, I can’t get away with it,” she concluded.

“Thank you,” I said and smiled.

It is San Francisco.

Here, as the song goes, of all places, I am allowed to wear flowers in my hair.

Even hot pink roses with glitter on them.

What it felt like I was being complimented on was being myself.

Whenever someone comments on a colorful outfit or a bright pattern, or an interesting hair do, flowers, sequins, feathers, anyone?

I always feel that I am being told, thank you for being you.

That by allowing myself the freedom to express my personality, I give permission to others to do so as well.

I could be reading too much into that, but that is what it feels like and I am more than happy to oblige.

I like this me.

“She gets more and more glamorous!” My grandmother told my mother recently.

My grandmother on my father’s side who is a Facebook friend.

My mother and she re-united recently, first through the post then over the phone.  That was news I wasn’t expecting.  It was also some news of my father whom I have not heard from in sometime, news that he is still up in Alaska and well, still alive.

Sometimes I feel that I won’t get to see him again, but in the wake of all the family reconnecting I have gotten to have I won’t make any sort of assumption.

There was a time that I never thought I would see my mom or my sister again, so who knows what may happen with my dad.

I would love to see him.

Even if just to hug him and say, hey, I love you, you did the best you could, and I am pretty awesome.

Just check out all the geegaws in my hair.

Ha.

Individuality, despite my wanting to fit in and be accepted by my peers, is a huge thing for me.  I like to be different, to try, to stretch, to be fabulous.

Then, I think, ha, part of my peer group is the Burning Man community, I fit right in just fine.  Fact, most the time I am not the most crazily dressed, but I do take care to express myself and I like pretty.

I do.

I like girly.

Who knew?

I could keep writing about this and if I’m not careful I will be pulling out my crinoline to rock around the park tomorrow with my little girl Thursday.

Which, when I think on it for a minute would be awesome.

She has a black tulle crinoline with little black sequins on the edges.

I could wear my white one and we can play dress up.

Or.

Heh.

I could wear my bibs, which is what I think I am going to wear, especially since she has a pair and we can play twins that way.

If my career as a nanny doesn’t take off I can always be a child stylist.

Bahahahahaha.

Actually, I bet that is someone’s job.

I mean think of all the commercials out there with children in them, I bet there are folks that do just that, style kids.

Hmmm.

Well, for the moment, I am not looking for work, having accepting the nanny career in an unstinting manner.

“How old are they?” She asked me at the park as one crawled over the other and zipped down the slide.

“He’s twenty-two and a half months, and he’s eleven and a half months,” I said pointing out each of the boys.

“Oh my, did that hurt?” The woman asked looking quite alarmed.

“Huh?” I said, then realizing what she meant I laughed, “oh no, they’re not mine, I am their nanny.  I do a nanny share with the boys.”

The boys.

Oh, such lovers, such pumpkins, such non-nappers.

Ugh.

I couldn’t be upset though, the snuggles, the hugs, the kisses, I missed my little guys when I was down in Florida.

And should you have seen me showing off the photographs of the two of them and the little girl I care for as well; you would have thought I was the grandparent at the retirement village.

It was a great day with the boys and I loved being out in the weather.

I know we need the rain, but man, I couldn’t get enough of that warm sunshine on my face.  In fact, there was a cold front moving into Florida when I left and it was warmer here than it was in Orlando today.

That is saying something.

I got the sweetest message from my mom and I thought again how glad I was to have made the trip.  Glad as well to know that I have a few things I want to send back to my family, things that you can only get in San Francisco.

Coffee for my mom from Philz.

It turns out the last time she was here and I took her to Philz that it was the best cup of coffee she had ever had.

I had not known that, so I asked if she would like some Philz coffee sent to her and she would.  So, I will send a little care package to her.  In fact, I will do that this Friday.

I am going to be in the Castro nannying in the afternoon and there’s a Philz nearby.  I will grab her a pound and send it off.

There are a few other little things I want to send my sister and her family too.

Nice to know that I don’t have to wait for Christmas to send love.

I can just do it because it feels nice to give things.

Whether it is the freedom to express yourself or express your love.

It’s all a great big gift.

Thank you for acknowledging my flowers, it makes me happy to make you happy.

And who doesn’t like pink satin and glitter anyways?

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Getting to Know You

May 12, 2013

Howdy neighbor.

I ran into a lot of folks I know today.

I was on both sides of the Bay and got to see my Burning Man community over lap with my Oakland and San Francisco fellowship and my bicycling community.

I saw loads of folks.

Did my heart good.

I saw folks at the bike shop–Carlos, Felipe, Jefferson, oh my.

I saw folks on the street–hi!  I don’t remember your name, but I remember the color of the bicycle you built and your cute dog’s name is Peanut.

Hey, that’s Tor Weeks, hey Tor!  I love that print you do.

I saw the lady at the grocery store who always calls me honey, I like to grab a little lunch when I am in that neck of the woods at her market, today it was cherries, cashews, a banana, and then off to Four Barrel.

I have hit all the good coffee spots since I have been back–Philz, Ritual, Four Barrel–now I need to grab a Sightglass and maybe a Blue Bottle.

I saw a friendly face at Buffalo Xchange–where have you been?

Paris.

What!

I turned down 14th street without thinking and decided to make a pit stop at Rainbow.  I dithered, Berkeley Bowl or Rainbow?  Oh, you’re here, just get it in.

Hugs from Grant!

Yes.

Soy yogurt, a pear, Squirrel bread (seed bread that is not ground into flour that actually tastes like bread, yeah, I’m not only a burgeoning vegan I don’t eat flour or sugar either–which will play into later parts of this blog, just wait), flax milk, organic tomatoes, a Japanese sweet potato, a gal can’t have too many of those hanging out, a beautiful Bartlett pear, organic as well, and some tasty late crop organic Fuji apples.

Thanks Rainbow!

Nice to see you again too.

Then back on the BART to the East Bay.

Hey, came the text as I popped the Japanese sweet potato into the oven (man it is so nice to have access to ovens, I am good with not having to cook on a hot plate, can I just say) and got the pup ready to go out for a long walk, you know you’re invited over today.

What?

Oh damn.

Am I supposed to be working?

Oh.

Happy Birthday/house-warming party at the nanny gig next door with all sorts of Burning Man peeps.

Wait!

BBQ!

That was what my friend’s message was about, I couldn’t make out the full message as I was listening to it through the hum of the MUNI line rumbling overhead as I waited for the BART train to pull into the station.

Are you coming to the BBQ I texted her back.

Yes.

Yes!

Awesome.

I am house sitting next door.

See you soon.

Walk the dog, feed the dog, pick up the dog poo, feed the cat, pull the laundry out of the dryer, change the sheets, pull hair up, brush teeth, gather crap, and go, next door.

Friends!

So good to see you!

You know I followed you on Facebook and read your blog.

What?

You did?

Yup.

I didn’t really say anything, but lady, you are about one of ten people I actually checked in on and looked at you photos, and yes, read your blog.

You did!?

No way.

Yes way.

Beyond flattered.

Oh hey, you, yes, you, thanks for the heads up on the job, I got it.

I know!

I told them as soon as I saw that you were coming back to the Bay that they should get a hold of you.

Thank you!

And did you know I am now working with the other families too?

Yup, cuz I told them too.

Damn.

I owe you a dinner out or something.

Nope, just stay put, ok?

Yes.

Hey, came the text what are you doing tonight, Joanie pie said.

Oh, lady, I was planning on being at this bbq for a bit then maybe a mosey over to 6300 Shattuck Ave.

Good!  Because so am I.

What?

No way, can I catch a ride.

Yup.

Hustle out the door, say my good byes to the party.

“Hey just let us know if the party gets too loud,” the mom said as I got my stuff together.

I smiled, “no worries, you know I go to that crazy thing they call Burning Man, I can sleep through anything”.

Run next door, take off the flip-flops put on the Chucks and back out the door to wave down my ride.

“LADY!” Sidney Erthal, amazing photographer I met at  Media Mecca last year at Burning Man, “so glad you are back,” hugs are exchanged, he heads into the BBQ I hail my ride.

“You live here now?”  She asked with delight in her eyes, I nodded.

Yup.

I live here now.

Hey, what are we doing now? Another friend asks as we huddle together exchanging hugs and hello’s and how are you’s.

Everybody is headed over to Saturn.

Ok.

Gaggle of people, menus, Saturn is like Sparky’s diner in SF except that everything is vegetarian!  And 3/4s of the food can be made vegan and, and, and GF–gluten-free.  Of course I had already had dinner, but hey, nice to know I got some options.

What the hell?

JOSIE!

AMANI!

I sprang up over the booth and ran to hug my Burning Man friends–who just happened to be coming in from the Oakland Cat Video Festival–to have vegan nachos.

Pull up a chair, let’s catch up.

Well see I met her when she was visiting Paris at Christmas time and she lives in Rome and I knew her room-mate from law school who happened to be in med school and I met her at Burning Man, so she invited me to Rome and then my friends sent me money and voila!

Man.

Hi.

I live here.

It’s nice to know I’m home.

“Just let me know kid,” he said with a smile, “I’ll get you connected.”

Thank for the offer, I am sure I will take you up on it.

Although it appears that I may not need to.

Home, here, in Oakland.

Happy Saturday serendipity!


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