Happy Halloween!

After a pumpkin carving fest, an ensemble of Jack O' Lanterns were propped and lit.followed by a trip to The Hallowed Haunting Grounds, which all led up to tonight. Halloween at home waiting for the children to ascend the steps to be greeted by this.

Dia de Muertos

Last night I went to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery's Day of the Dead event with my husband, aka Lucifer. We wondered through the cemetery in darkness, traipsing over grave markers and along plush lawn to get to the event.

It was actually quite beautiful. Out in the grave yard were small orbs of light set upon the gravestones and in the ponds were alter-candle laden floats drifting about.

Once inside we found a food court, craft booths, live music and roads lined with alters. Some very traditional, some very Hollywood.





Most attendees embraced the spirit of the evening and dressed for the occasion in their worthiest of costumes.

Pumpkin Spiced Coffee Weather

Another Saturday. I organized my desk and copied some documents to begin a potential project requiring a city application. It's 7 pages of ill-written instructions, guidelines and information, that provide none of those things. Calling the City RSD is even less helpful. But I can plod through it and hopefully gather all the documents I need to get it processed.


In the meantime my husband and I had breakfast and Pumpkin Spiced coffee and periodically walked outside to check on the weather and the animals. LBC had him some grub on the porch, then with Jiggy in tow he walked to side of the house and rolled in the dirt and lay in the sun.


I filled the water dish in the garden. Our cats as well as LBC and Pico drink from it. Probably the skunks and raccoons too, but I like to have a regular water source for the animals.

Not much else going on today, which is fine by me. We have plans to go to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery for their Dia De Muertos event and we'll carve pumpkins this weekend. I'll have to find something skeleton-y for us to wear tonight.

Soggy Sunday Mornin'

While the breakfast potatoes were cooking I grabbed the camera and walked out the back door to see what was happening on this soggy Sunday mornin'. I had noticed that the clump of bulbs were sprouting. These will be glorious pink trumpet lilies.

I noticed my beloved Bink sitting atop the south gate and snapped some rather blurry shots of him as he made himself comfortable. Back inside the kitchen to give the potatoes a shake in the pan I heard Bink's tell-tail "Raaa" which he usually delivers when another of our cats invade his space.

I looked out the back door and found this: Pepper had hopped up onto the gate along side Bink and both were hangin'. Bink's ears are a little on the low side indicating a "get away from or else I'll scratch your eyes out" disposition, but they both held their place on the same gate long enough for me to show my husband the image I captured and for him to set up the Rebel and get an in-focus shot of the two (wildbell.com).

Cocido, a Rustic Mexican Soup

This morning was spent around the house loving the weekend and loving my husband, then I was off to my afternoon salon appointment. Made a quick stop at Walgreen's to pick up a couple of grave stones and some skeleton hands on my way back home.

While my husband went off to run some errands...

I got into the kitchen to start tonight's dinner. This recipe is from the Wednesday Food section of the L. A. Times (10/19/05 page F3). It turned out to be wonderfully simple and full of earthy goodies. Cocido - derived from the Spanish word cocer, meaning to cook or to simmer over low heat - is a rustic, very colorful and hearty beef soup.

1.5 lbs beef shank, cut
1/4 onion cut in wedges
3 garlic cloves
2 bay leaves
2 tsp salt
10 pepper corns (I used pepper milled)
2 red potatoes, quartered
1 ear of corn, cut into 1 1/2" pieces
1 large carrot, cut into chunks
16 green beans (I used about a cup)
Oregano, marjoram and thyme to taste
1 zucchini, cut into 1" pieces
Chopped fresh cilantro

Place the beef in a large pot and cover with water. Bring to a boil for 1 minute. Drain, discarding the water and rinse the pot. Return the meat to the pot and add water to cover. Add the onion, garlic, bay leaves, salt and pepper. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer until the meat is tender, about 2 hours. Add the potatoes, corn, carrot, green beans, and herbs. Cover and boil gently about 20 minutes. Add zucchini and cook until just tender. Toss in chopped fresh cilantro and garnish with sprigs of cilantro.

While the cocido simmered I made a trip down to the basement to find the pumpkin lights and string them along the railing up the front steps. Now where can the big furry black spider be?

Walking back inside the aroma that filled the house coming from my kitchen was divine.

I also made a variation of Mexican rice to go with it (and spooned it into the broth when I had finished the meet and vegis).

2 cups chicken broth
1 cup rice
3/4 cup crushed tomato
cumin
garlic pepper
crushed red pepper to taste

Bring the chicken broth to a boil and add rice and cumin. Cook until liquid is absorbed then stir in crushed tomato, garlic pepper and red pepper and cook until heated through.

When I spooned the soup out of the pot the beef fell off the bone, it was sooooo tender. The vegis where earthy and the broth was savory. Cocido, mexican rice and a glass of Gallo red.

Demolition and Stray Cats

I finally got a couple of shots of The Ambassador Hotel from my 12th floor office Suite's window today, in between downpours. The demolition is well under way and I'm already lamenting its loss.

As recently as last week there were still two chimneys standing where the bungalows used to be in the lower left corner of the shot.
http://www.wilshirecenter.com/ambassador103.htm
I just hate it when historical buildings can't be saved. I've noticed that they are disassembling the building with great care though. Neat piles of roof tiles and brick and lumber.

I used to look down on the property and watch the feral cats, who at some point decided to make the Embassador thier home, wander around the grounds. There were always several paper plates with dry cat food just inside the chain link fence that borderes the sidewalk on Wilshire Boulevard. Some locals slipping them inside on a regular basis. I remember hearing something about the cats being rounded up before the demolition began and put up for adoption. I'm not sure what kind of pets they would become, being wild and all. I hope they found loving homes. I hope that they were adopted by those who recognized the patience and effort it would require to take them in.

Two of our own cats, Pumpkin and Jiggy were strays. Pumpkin started wandering into my yard about a little over two years ago. He was all big scraggly head on a scrawney body and a limp. At first I tried to discourage him from hanging around. Then I started feeding him. Pretty soon he was waiting for me in the back yard when I got home. He still wouldn't let me near him but he would follow me around in the garden on the weekends and eventually he came closer and closer while I fed him until he let me pet him.

He would finish everything in the bowl of food I'd give him. Like it was his last meal. Then I named him, Pumpkin, because he's orange. Then I'd leave the back door open and try to coax him inside. He didn't even know how to purr, or play. Now he purrs like mad and Jiggy taught him how to play. The first time he played with one of the cat toys on his own was a huge achievement. I watched him and marvelled and told him what a sweety pie he was.

Now he's a part of our family. And I tend to favor him when it comes to dolling out thier breakfast and dinner portions.

Well, we have a new cat that's been coming into the yard. I first saw him just a few weeks ago. He's a cutie. A black cat with white feet and white bands across his legs, a white patch on his chest that runs up his chin to just under his nose. It gives him a kind of crooked, scrunched up look like a Picaso painting. we first refered to him as LBWC (Little Black and White Cat) but have lately been calling him Picasso or Pico or Pica (if he's a she) or Peekaboo. He's missing the tip of his right ear but seems pretty well fed, especially now that he found our yard.

When I first saw him I thought he was just a new cat in the neighborhood and asked, as I always do, be it coyote or dog or cat, "Can we keep 'im?" the usual response from my husband is a subtle rolling of the eyes and a gentle "No, baby, we can't keep him". But I'm thinking that Pico will soon be as snug as a bug in a rug, like Pumpkin here, if I can help it.

Pumpkin Soup

My husband was at the Bicycle Kitchen working on The Phoenix. The day was very Octobery cool and breezy and I love eating for the season. The kitchen is bright and the door is always open onto the back yard and patio where the cats like to hang out and lounge. Shadow will usually curl up on the floor and while I chop and stir and simmer she is at my feet or nearby.

I tear pages out of magazines. Landscape ideas, kitchen ideas, bathroom ideas and plenty of recipe ideas. Last weekend I tore out page 66 for "Colin Cowie's Spectactular Spiced Pumkin Soup" recipe. I made some minor alterations to the recipe as I innevitably do, especially since the magazine recipes are always for parties of 8, never for a party of 2, so I adjust for that. And if it calls for spicy spices I will usually put a pinch more than the recipe calls for 'cause I like it that way. And in this recipe I didn't have any cayenne so I subbed it with PicoPica, my favorite hot sauce.

2 6"-ish pumkins
2 Tbsp unsalted butter
1 med yellow onion
1 tsp minced garlic
1/4 tsp crushed red pepper
1 tsp curry powder
1/2 tsp ground coriander
Pinch ground cayenne pepper (or dash PicoPica Sauce)
1 30-ounce can 100% pumpkin
2 1/2 cups chicken broth
1/2 cup milk
Olive oil

The whole pumkins get topped and scooped of thier seeds and stringy stuff, brushed with olive oil and warmed in the oven (along with the garlic baggettes) and they become the soup bowls. Really easy and they make a very surprising presentation.

In a 4 quart sauce pan melt the butter and add the minced garlic and onion and cook for a few minutes until softened. Add dry spices and stir about 1 minute. Add canned pumpkin and broth, blending well. Bring to a boil then reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes. Add milk and stir until heated through.

While the soup simmered I put the pumkins, thier tops and the garlic baggette in the oven and mixed the salad, set the table and poured the wine.

We had the soup straight up, with a side of spring mix salad and garlic roasted baggette. But the article suggests ladling it over seared scallops or wild mushroom ravioli, or surrounding a broiled salmon. All, YUM! It would also be very good with some croutons thrown in.

Exerpts from Mom

I'm cleaning out my email inbox and I want to save my Mom's "letters". She writes often. More than we speak anymore. We used to talk every Sunday morning. I'd get up and at about 7:00 or 8:00 or so, coffee mug in hand, I'd take the phone to the bay-window seat overlooking my garden and giver her a call. Every Sunday. Rarely did we miss a day. Now that I'm married and she's retired and on the road with Lorne RV-ing full time I'm neve quite sure what time zone she's in and more often than not when I do call I get voice mail.

They are having the time of thier lives. I've exerpted some of the content of her emails to me last month. I'll post more as I go back further in my inbox. But here are a few from September.

Even from a place they don't partucularly like.

09/09/05 4:35 pm Pigeon Forge - "...and what a mess it is. We were going to stay a week but changed our minds. Going to Dollywood, then just going."

I've told Mom about Blog Spot hoping she'll start a blog. I need pictures.

09/13/05 8:50am Hi ya all - "We are in North Carolina near the Smokey Mountains. ...I've seen what I think is the Kudzu Vine and it covers everything. It makes the trees look like giant green mummies....The eagles soar here high in the sky, really something to see."

My Grandma and Grandpa sold thier house in Ono, then moved to Central Valley and sold that house, then Grandpa died and she sold that house and moved to Montana, where my Uncle Jim and Elva live. This is her new house there.














09/17/05 8:19am - Fwd: New House - "Hello, Jeannie, I expect to move into this house in about 4 weeks. Jim and Elva found it for me...Love Momma."

I just love that Mom and Lorne are loving the road and seeing the country. A milestone was reached in N. C.

09/27/05 3:32pm North Carolina - "We drove up into the Smokies and came to the Charokee Indian Reservation. The town of Cherokee is right along the river which is beautiful. Then intermixed with all this beauty is so much hokey Indian stuff...huge casinos, motel after motel, moccasin store, genuine indian made blah blah blah.... I'm still barking like one of the frogs around here, so we ate at DQ outside along the river....Got a little slop over from (hurricane) Rita yesterday but nice today....ps: We've been gone a year."

You know I think about you all the time, Mom. We'll see you at Grandma's in July. Love, Susan and Will.

Pale September

I wore the time like a dress that year. The autumn days swung soft around me like cotton on my skin (words from "Pale September" by Fiona Apple).

I've been thinking about September. It's one of my favorite months. I can feel the air turning to autumn as Football season begins and the days shorten. I've already begun formulating a Thanksgiving menu and I want to eat foods like squashes, cream soups and pot pies.

The hills are burning (photo courtesey of Lafonzo Rachal Carter / San Bernardino Sun). I hate wildfires. They scare the shit out of me. But when I walked outside this morning it smelled like Africa. When you step off the plane in Africa the smoke permeates the air. Its rich, dark, mysterious smell travels on the wind over the endless planes of the Masai Mara and the Serengeti. I breathed deeply and although not the same, somehow familiar enough to send me soaring back to Africa in my mind.

Back inside the house I go to the shelf in the living room where my collection of ebony carved hippos lie. I stroke them and sigh. My little hippo pool. Propped on the shelf behind the hippo pool is a photo taken from my trip to Africa in Spetember 2001. Bantu, our boat guide, took me for a ride on the delta in the Selous where this Mother hippo with one ragged ear and a baby hippo at her side watched as we motored by, camera raised to my eye.

I went back to Africa, with him, my husband.

Tomorrow is October. It seems so long ago that we were there, but it was only a little more than 2 months ago that my husband and I roamed the hillsides of Rwanda in search of gorillas. And we'll return again some day. I know we will. And I'll look forward to the smell as I step off the plane in Africa.

Give me Room

My Blue Pilot G-2 pen is out of ink. I go to the office supply closet and all I find are Pilot Neo-Gel pens. No Pilot G-2 pens anywhere. Red ones yes. Blue ones no.

I usually suffer in silence during this time of the month. Like Gorilla trekking, if you get bit by an ant or a stabbed by stinging nettle, you do not cry out, you suffer, in silence.

Well, I'm a little irritable. Noticed it yesterday after I got home when Shadow was pushing the cat food dish across the floor. It was irritating me. Then while I was sleeping my adoring husband came to bed about midnight turning the light on and waking me, and then Bink decided to make himself comfortable on my pillow with a purr like a helicopter hovering outside the house. I didn't throw my husband out of bed, because I love him. I love my cat too, but he got tossed out quick.

In the morning I gave Bink a hug and said sorry dude. He just looked at me with his big green eyes and said nothing to be sorry for. I don't even remembr being tossed out of bed.

I realize I'm not myself. I do. My husband took notice of it also. He just said he was concerned, I was being so quiet. I didn't have to elaborate, just told him I was irritable, and crampy. Hands up in surrender he told me I got all the room I need. I love him for that. No stupid jokes, no overbearing attitude. Just love and give me room to be. I'll be back. You'll see.

But, if I don't find a Blue Pilot G-2 pen, someone's getting fired.

Catfish Are Jumpin'

When I wake up on a Saturday morning I can’t believe the man there sleeping next to me. He is warm and snuggly and I want to burrow into his side, roll him over and rest my head in the nook.

This morning we woke up late, after 8:00. The catfish were jumpin’ and the coffee was callin’. We ran out of the $5 bag of Rwandan coffee that I carried home with us from Africa. Every time I opened my duffle the aroma enveloped me and I would breathe in deeply and sigh. It smelled sooo good. When we did get home some 18 days later and finally tore open the bag we discovered heaven. It was really good coffee. A strong dark roast. If I’da known I would have bought more.

Will found some coffee online from Rwanda but it’s more of a medium roast and although good not nearly as good as what we brought back with us. We’ll have to keep looking.

We had potatoes, bacon and fried eggs for breakfast and the we took an extended walk around the blocks with Shadow. On the next block a small blond dog with a collar was out in the street looking at Shadow as we passed when we saw someone barreling up the street. We both stopped and looked at the dog who was looking at us as I saw the car accelerating toward it. All I could do is say “Oh my god the little dog” when the car was upon it and passing us at way too fast a speed for a residential street. The dog was moving back towards the curb and I couldn’t see it after the car passed. Then the little thing was in the yard of the house we were standing in front of not realizing how close he just came to being toast.

Being a pet owner I never speed on residential streets. I’ve been in a car speeding through a residential area and just after I told him to slow down, what if some kid ran out in the street, a dog did and he hit it. It was a Great Dane and other than the pads of his feet being scraped up he was ok. This little thing would not have been so lucky.

When we got back I got to work setting up my new computer. I got Quicken synched up with my BofA online account and downloaded my transactions. I downloaded my cover letter and resume into my new Word program and set up my income/expense report in my new Excel program. All went well and took very little effort. No glitches, no crashes, everything works and I’m online and my printer rocks and I’m online lickity split. I’d been suffering so long with 5 year old Compaq so now it’s as it should be, thanks to my baby getting me online DSL-y.

Baby got busy in the back yard working on his bike restoration project. He’d disassembled it and was stripped the blue paint off of the frame and when I went outside to check up on him he had great blue smudges on his cheek and nose. Just an adorable kid and his bike.

In Case of Emergency

Today at about 12:45 pm we had a power outage. From my 12th story office overlooking Wilshire, Knemore and 6th Street, I could see that it wasn't just my office building but seemed to be several block or more. It turned out that it was wide spread from downtown to Santa Monica through Burbank and into points north. My husband called me to see if we were affected and I told him yes. After hurricane Katrina we began talking about getting emergency supplies together, bieng as we're in earthquake country and all. Now this happens. Thankfully it all came back on at about 2:00 pm and we both completed our work day and made it safely back home at the end of the day to find all animals apparently unaware and ready for dinner .

Stuffed chicken breasts were already raosting in the oven when I got home so I put green beans on the stove and sliced fresh vine tomatoes then settle in with a glass of wine while the chicken cooked and the green beans simmerd. After dinner and some Monday Night Football we began talking about the events of the day and discussed the particulars of actually getting some emergency supplies together. We decided we would have a kit at home, one each in our vehicles and at or workplaces. Then we talked about animal provisions and containers in the event of an evacuation. We're considering everything form having the big one strike while we're both at home together, while we're seperated and at work but able to get home, and what the plan will be in the event of a full on evacuation. Who will be our point of contact, if we are seperated where will go to find eachothr if at all possible.

So top of the list it goes. We'll get a comprehensive list of provisions and a plan in place. It's too important not to do everything possible to keep our family, animals included, safe and together. We'll be as prepared as we can be for any emergency. We'll know what to do, where to go, who o call. Hopefully we'll be together, no matter what happens.

I'm a What?

My husband told me the other day that I am a step-mom. I barely became a wife, how can it be that I'm a step-mom. Well, of course I knew he had a daughter. But the relationship fell apart about five years ago and he hadn't seen her or been in contact with her. I thought that at some point his daughter would appear and my hope was that in time she, Katie, would allow Will back in her life, allow him to be there for her, to be her dad. That day has come.

She turned 16 a couple of days ago and there has been some talk around the house of birthday gifts and such. And then I started thinking. I'm going to be a part of Katies life now too. I'm her step-mom by golly. So I'm thinkin' I'd like to get her a little something to show her I'm ok with it all. And I think I really am. I look forward to us getting to know each other. I sure do like the look on Will's face when Katie calls him dad. Man, what it must feel like to have a kid call you dad (or mom). Not knowing what that feels like is something I know will be the biggest loss of my life.

My mom is my best friend and untill I met Will she was everything to me. Having Will in my life is more comforting than I can say. Now I have the opportunity to share my life with Katie as well. And she is a sweetie (although I've only met her once and there are surely sides to her that might not be so pleasant). I got the feeling that she's a good hearted kid and seems to be happy and is definitely happy to have her dad back in her life.

So I googled "teenage girl birthday present" and found a site called pbteen that has all kinds of cool stuff. I don't know yet what she likes or doesn't like but I know she's getting a karoeke mic and she likes music and sings in the school choir or something, so I found this really cool "APPLAUSE" sign. It lights up and has an applause track. I hope she likes it.

There's also talk of getting together with Katie and her mom-mom for dinner to present the co-purchased karoeke mic, but I don't know if I'm that comfortable yet. So many people in my life. Not used to it. It was only yesterday that it was just me and the Bink. Now there's a husband a mother-in-law a step-daughter and an ex-wife. Dang. Nice of the ex to offer, though. And I still don't know if I'll decline or accept. Everyone acting so grown up and all I guess I can too.

My life has changed. New adventures are on the horizon. Challenges are around the bend. Fall is in the air. Just a cople of page flips of the calendar and the Holidays are here.

Where Does the Time Go?!?

As you must be aware, it is Wednesday, September 7th. A year ago my husband was just my boyfriend. We had recently moved in together though. So I think we were definetly on a track leading to something long-lasting. Well me, him, our combined 4 cats, 1 dog and a tortiose.

Since we met (through match.com. I e-mailed him first in November 2003 and we've been steady ever since) we've done a lot. For one, we got married. 06/16/05. That means I'm a misses for the first time in my life. It feels like being a member of some secret club at first. I couldn't mention him as my boyfriend without getting a big grin on my face. And to call him my husband, well that just takes the cake.

He was a long time coming and definitely worth the wait. If the saying “All good things come to those who wait” applies to anything, it applies to this. Which is not to say that "Every step taken is one less step to take".

Some women might have dismissed him as “too nice” or “just a friend”. And there was a time when I would have probably thought the same. I liked the bad boys and a lifestyle more on the edge. But I’m telling you, there is nothing sexier to me than a man who is good and kind and generous. (It helps that he is also smart and funny and handsome with a deep, yummy voice). He’s a man who cares and loves and is not afraid to express himself and does so fearlessly and freely. He participates and shares. All that he is is just perfect for me.

Even when he loses his patience with me I don’t take it personally. I can’t because I know that he loves me and I’m confident in his love. He doesn’t judge or criticize. He doesn’t try to change me or “fix” my problems, he listens and supports me and I don’t even have to tell him that’s what I need. Really.

I feel like a priority in his life. His top priority. And I’ve been in a relationship where I haven’t been 1st on the list (or 2nd or even 3rd) and I lived with it because I thought that’s all there was, and I thought it would get better, but I can say this is a billion times better and this is how it should be. Lucky me to have the opportunity to know how it feels.

A Walk in the Sun

Woke up early to do a hike up to Point Mugu. I had wanted to go back there since our hike last March. We were up and left Silver Lake making our way up the coast. There was no traffic and only a few early birds sitting on thier boards waiting for a wave.
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OK, I can't recreate this. I typed the entry in my blog and I guess the "Publish Post" button wasn't showing up so I lost everything and now some jack-ass is across the street on a Sunday morning with a power hedge trimmer, blasting away! Agh!
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After expressing my frustration to my husband, stepping on our dog Shadow's tail, then bursting into tears, we've had breakfast, I talked to my Uncle Jim in Redding, took a shower then got a call from my Grandma. So now I'm relaxed and I'd really like to post about our hike...
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Woke up early to head up the coast and hike to Mugu Paek. I had wanted to go back there since our hike to see the waterfall and the grasslands last March. We passed on the trek up to Mugu Peak that trip and headed for the grasslands instead, which were beautiful if only young and hip-high.

The trafic was very light this morning leaving Silver Lake and heading up PCH. There were only a scattered few early birds on thier boards waiting for a wave. Once there it was cool and damp as we trekked up the canyon and rounded the mountain reaching the old water tank that leads to the crossing where you pick up the trail leading to the peak of Mugu. This is the spot we heard the cayote last time. The creek bed was mostly dry. At some points alond the way the water came above ground then went back under ground. There was water falling over the waterfall but not the cascading specticle that we saw last March.

As we climbed up towards the peak the trail turned towards the ocean with vistas out to sea and all along the shoreline. At the peak we dropped our packs. The view was a panorama of ocean, grass land valley, and mountain range. Just beautiful on a warm sunny day with cool ocean breezes and my baby romping around and taking pictures. (I don't know how to add photos to my postings yet so you can see some on my husband's site www.wildbell.com).

When we got down to the vally and crossed through the grassland I was happy to see the head-high grasses. They were now the color of golden wheat and they rustled in the breeze kissing the blue blue sky. We talked of making a trip back next May or June to see them in all thier prime and glory.

At this point our thoughts turned obsessively to the Neptune's Nest plate of fresh steamed shrimp, corn on the cob, and cold Coronas we would be treating ourselves to after the hike. I had a tough time of the last two miles. My legs were fatigued, muscles sour, feet hurt. I'm carrying too much weight and my legs aren't used to a strenuous 7 mile hike. Then my darling husband says philosophically "Every step taken is one less you have to take" or something like that. I looked at him and laughed. Then laughed some more.

We made it down the mountain and up the road to Neptune's Nest where we had that plate of fresh steamed shrimp, corn on the cob and a bottle of cold Corona. And it was heaven. A great day.

DMV Dress Code

I went to the DMV today for a name change. And yes, I made an appointment. Lot of good it did me. I still waited for my number to be called with every other bum and out of work actor in Hollywood. There I was dressed in my work clothes and no one else in the entire place looked like they had a day job. Nothing that required professional attire anyway. Thier t-shirts seem to explain thier line of work. I saw a guy in line with a Redding Smokejumpers t-shirt on. Which I notice because I happen to be reading a book about Smoke Jumpers (In Montana) and at one point they go to Redding to help battle a big forest blaze there.

I don't know what it is about the DMV but there are always the strangest mix of people there, ever. Always one or two people inside that don't seem to have any real business there. Today there was a woman and a man who would cross paths occasionally and gesture wildly in passing. Maybe they knew each other, maybe not. The woman was the most animated. She wore jeans and a cropped t-shirt and a backpack and appeared to be a hard 40. Her hair was stylishly cut in that stick straight style. She was thin and in constant motion walking around the place with papers in her hand and would approach a window and gesture wildly and the lady behind the counter actually seemed to be trying to help her with her form. I wondered why security didn't just walk up to her and ask her to leave.

Then there's the guy on his cell phone pacing the floor and walking outside and back in. All the while on his cell phone talking about this show and that show, wearing "The 40 Year Old Virgin" t-shirt and shorts with skinny legs and sandals. A young girl in a "Los Angeles" t-shirt on her cell phone telling someone on the other end "I'm standing in line right now waiting to get my photo taken. This sucks. I should just use my New York license". And says "I don't know. Call my agent".

So, my number is finally called and I say to the lady behind counter #11 "It was certainly a long wait for making an appointment". No response from her whatsoever. She just took my form and said "Name change?" and I said yes. And she said "$20". I paid and was on my way that fast to the camera line.

Back From Zanzibar

I'm recently back from Zanzibar where I lazed in the sun covered with warm breezes and my new husband at my side. We henna tattooed are hands and drank straight from a young coconut. I sometimes look at him and I love him so much I want to squeeze him as tight as I can and somehow transfer the love that's in my very soul to his very soul. And he's squeezing me back. My love.