A Low Sky

It keeps raining and I'm in a weird mood.
So, I wrote this really cheesy poem in Adobe Illustrator.

During the eclipsed lightning storm on Wednesday after the spy satellite had been blown up and all undersea communication wires had been cut in the Middle East, a surprising number of cars drove to the top of the hill behind my condo. I've never seen anyone drive up that hill. I fell asleep during the storm with my window open and I didn't see anyone come down. Do you think they were space ships, not cars? Aaron has some speculations.

Anyway, enjoy my serious contemplations of dreaming of things that happen.

Into the Wild

Last Saturday Laine, Jule, Owen and I went hiking near the river outside of Lake Havasu. I knew where I wanted to hike (where all of that marsh grass is near the bridge at the bend in the river) but did not know where the trail was. So, we decided not to take a trail. We had Laine so trails were not necessary. The boys were magnificent hikers and I seemed to be the only one slightly concerned of the intensity of our trek. Owen and I fell quite a few times. Actually, I fell onto Owen once and he just turned around, said "Ow", and then smiled and kept hiking. Owen and Jule had an odd fascination with tearing every thing in their path out of the earth... we eventually stopped and had a discussion about it but I don't think it made anything any different. So, they found cacti skeletons and used them as Crowns of the Desert. Additionally, each steep, rocky incline was an opportunity to practice their Spiderman skills. They were awesome!

We were fortunate enough to come home to a hearty meal prepared by Ian and Rachel and the taco salad, particularly, was certainly enjoyed by everyone. Thanks, Ian! Unfortunately, on the other hand, Rachel had this fanciful idea that we sisters would dress up in Becka's fine clothing: Rachel was some Texan girl at a fair or something, Becka was a hoochy Las Vegas regular, and I guess I was some sort of tourist. ? Anyway, have a laugh. We look a little nasty to tell you the truth. But it was fun!

Not Pregnant but I'll Plan Ahead

I'm thus far not pregnant. Which is just fine at this point in time... just fabulous. I will, however, tell you the only two names that I have ever been attracted to (sorry Becka, I'm not leaning towards Olivia Robin... too vain you know?). Amia came to me in like the 6th grade or something, so that's a girl. But today I realized that Roby isn't so bad. When I'm handed my bagel in the morning they call my name out as Roby (with a long 'o'). Never Robin. I've always thought this strange because Robin is a common name and I haven't in my life met or heard of a Roby. So it's always a bit frustrating... but then today I went to a coffee shop and they spelled my name as Roby on my cup. As I was looking at it I thought, "that's a beautiful name." And it doesn't remind me of Robin. So, perhaps Roby for a boy. Anyway, it could be that I shouldn't post this as a blog and I should just write it in a journal instead. But I'm an Aries so I'll just post this.

Kind of Sort of 'Speak Easy': (DIN)NER-CALL

So, yes, a speak-easy'ish restaurant is still in my cards. We were thinking that it would be more efficient to have people call us to set up a 'dinner party'. Rather than having us plan a night to support a restaurant atmosphere at home, people can call me to plan that night for them. "Call A Dinner Party." I'll still use the downtown apartment but this plan will not require that I buy food hoping that people will show up. People will call, pay me for groceries, and I will make the food and leave them the change before the meal starts. I really won't make any money but it should be a lot of fun... and maybe legal? Most likely not.
Additionally, please say something about alleys. Anything. Write a poem or something. Becka, I like plants and painted walls too. I was thinking, the Labyrinth is the never-ending-story of an alley. It's a city of alleys.

Your Thoughts on Alleys

our stretch of alley



So, I would like to know what you do or don't like about alleys. What makes them interesting, magical, scary, useful, blighted, fun, inviting, etc? The alley at our (Aaron's really) apartment downtown is somewhat dismal. It seems to have so much potential, as any alley would, and so we are coming up with a plan to talk first to the owners of property along the one block stretch of alleyway we use, then get the interested community in on it, generate some input, draw some things up, research good and bad, new and old, look up the regulations on getting this thing through the city, find innovative ways of getting this funded, and having a lot of fun doing something that we both have professional experience in and a personal connection to. We'll be moving into another apartment in the same little complex soon, keeping us in place a bit longer and able to follow this through. So, your thoughts on alleys?

alleys elsewhere

Bleak, Base Bird

I just want to warn, Rachel, that if I get fired for being obviously unamused by anything my boss throws my way, I will be moving to Santa Paula or Seattle to live with you or mom and find a job. That's all I have to say.

Contracting My Blood

This will be the coolest quilt ever. And the best part: my big sister is making it! I love having creative worker-bee siblings.

This is Aaron's favorite mountain (as best I could remember it) and, of course, that's his initial. It's a sunset above his A and a night sky below. He's intrigued by pyramids and cosmic things so I think it's cool his initial is shaped like a pyramid. It really just worked out perfectly.

Becka, you can make the blues in the night sky darker if you want and the sunset brighter for more contrast. The brown at the bottom is a pile of rocks. He said he likes the rocks scattered about the mountain so I figured we would throw a few in. Ummm... this is SO EXCITING!!!