my heart in San Francisco

Literally.

He might have been super annoyed with me this morning, as only a fourteen year old boy can be with his mother, when I insisted the tank top, shorts and flip flops would not work at all for a walkabout adventure in San Francisco because it’s July. Seems the boy has never heard of Mark Twain so telling him about the coldest winter spent was a summer in San Francisco would likely not be something he has ever heard. Yes, making a note to add some of Mark Twain’s works to this boy’s reading list. Book 4 of Frank Einstein’s adventures will have to wait.

Meanwhile, yes, he was irritated that I insisted he add some layers. But he was glad for it later on and told me so while we walked hand in hand, fingers laced, around the Embarcadero and beyond.

My heart!

In San Francisco!

It was a perfect day to wander around and explore with no real plan other than just seek adventure where ever we might be. Daniel agreed. But if pressed for the best moment of today he would tell you it was this.

I didn’t leave my heart in San Francisco but I am quite certain that he will be back.

Soon.

just when I think getting older really sucks…

Today was my annual head to toe check up complete with lab work and boob smashing referrals. Hurray, hurray, hurray! Added bonus is a new med to take because menopause is becoming more and more of a bitch and all I can say is $140 is a helluva lot of money to charge for ONE PILL!!! Actually I can also say that I am so happy for the insurance that we have with a good prescription plan because although $10 for ONE PILL is ridiculous it is so much less ridiculous than $140.

And how in the world can I be dealing with First World Old People Problems when I don’t feel THAT old…except when I first wake up and get out of bed in the morning or when I hobble home after a 12 hour long shift?

I should really be allowed to feel sorry for myself right now.

I should.

But it could be worse.

So much worse.

On a barren seafloor, the pearlfish swims into the safety of a sea cucumber’s anus. To find a meal, the female bolas spider releases pheromones that mimic a female moth, luring male moths into her sticky lasso web. The Glyptapanteles wasp injects a caterpillar with her young, which feed on the victim, erupt out of it, then mind-control the poor (and somehow still living) schmuck into protecting them from predators.

These are among the curious critters of The Wasp That Brainwashed the Caterpillar, a jaunt through evolution’s most unbelievable, most ingenious solutions to the problems of everyday life, from trying to get laid to finding food. Join Wired science writer Matt Simon as he introduces you to the creatures that have it figured out, the ones that joust with their mustaches or choke sharks to death with snot, all in a wild struggle to survive and, of course, find true love.

 

What the actual fuck?????

It COULD be worse.

I’ll just swallow that bitter little pill of mine, find the right balance of exercise and, yes, buy Matt Simon’s book because I need to feel better about my aging self.

 

 

but if only we all were unicorns

Here under The Big Top, we all love the horses with a sword on their heads who guard all of our hopes and dreams because of course these unicorns are real…as real as little girls. So when Amazon, without prompting, suggests that you want to buy this book

you buy it! Of course you do! A little unicorn who believes in those magical, mystical creatures that are little girls? You buy this book.

And you share it with some of your favorite magical, mystical creatures delighting in the fact that THEY ARE READING IT TO YOU because they are indeed magical, mystical, amazing creatures, these little girls.

Were it not for the reality that I will be REALLY old, I can not wait for when these magical, mystical creatures grow up

and enjoy the many adventures of them doing incredible things like sitting down to break bread with and listen to the thoughts of other magical, mystical people like Brandon Stanton, the founder of Humans of New York.

As for me…well today I managed to win 20 game pieces to play in Safeway’s Monopoly game. Of course not one of them was a winner. Clearly I am not a unicorn. But I am lucky enough to declare that yes, I am related to some of these magical, mystical creatures. Close enough.

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Let the countdown commence!

Tomorrow.

Today is the end of another NaPhoPoMo and I am happy to have managed to share a photo each day.

A sharp eye will spy Karen Warlord’s The Beauty of Different in the background. Kind of perfect that it is there. Thank you, Karen, for the inspiration this month.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. ~ Seneca

not the new black, but classic

Anywhere, everywhere…in the media…in politics…in business…on social media…in every day interactions it seems that telling it like it is is it. Better to be rude, crude and sometimes downright mean-spirited because why not say exactly what is on one’s mind? Enough with being correct, or polite, or even kind.

Compassion, patience, kindness for the sake of compassion, patience and kindness is so outdated.

Belligerent, mean-spirited, bombastic rhetoric is so much more honest…at least that is what they say…the belligerent, mean-spirited, bombastic, assholes being the they…yeah, I said that. But hey, it’s like the new black!

Continuing to work our way through Wonder, Daniel and I are pausing to reflect on this new black that so many seem to celebrate and embrace. As the main character (and those close to him) struggle with bullies being bullies…and not just kids…we are both struck with just how common place this really is even in our circles. Yes. It’s more than okay for one to tear down another for their obvious weaknesses, flaws, physical characteristics especially when building yourself up because it’s all about honesty and keeping it a hundred. Laugh when they fall down. Mock the ones you do business with. Respect, kindness, patience, compassion, acceptance…that’s so weak.

As Daniel and I talk about the chapters we read today in Wonder, he points out that it seems like it’s okay even for adults to bully those who look different, who think different…like that Donald Trump. Why do people like someone who is mean like that, Mom?

Why indeed, son.

Ultimately, I tell him (and myself) those who are more remembered, respected and modeled after are those who live a life of kindness, patience, fairness, compassion and respect for all…especially when they have absolutely nothing to gain from living such a life.

Because they’re classic people, right Mom?

Yes, Son. Classic. Classic just like you!