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Sam and I were dirty, dirty dirtfeets today after a long day of planting, so we took a luxurious candlelit bath with music and oddly enuff, no explosions.

Although Sam did try to conjure the voodoo bath gods…

Fortunately for me, they were busy throwing hurricanes around in some other part of the world and we had a good, sweet, fun, giggly evening to top off our brilliant, dirty day.

I loves my boy. He says the sweetest things, like: ‘Mama, you sure look nice in that pretty dress-you’re so red!’

Sam discovers that he draws tanks best with his left hand, except for big tanks…

It stings like dirt in a splinter hole,
pummels down my craw with the urgent burn of a nettle shot.
Stuttering, sputtering, flips me willy nilly,
a sun-burned pancake,
now sizzling with hot buttered readiness.

Thoughts scatter, flustered, grabbing.
try to hide my luscious eager yes beneath
a leaflitter of rapid, vapid extemporization,
slightly moldy explanations and fluttering masses of old poetry.

Ottering to the surface, I see you
leapfrog the swiftly flowing excuses,
the squirming mistakes,
landing squarely-bop!
bop!
bop!
on the heads of
mythological exs I thought I’d buried deeper.

Impossible! I declare, glaring at your beautiful face.
You can’t be here,
holding my fractious, drunken heart
in your tender hands.

…prancing?

Been dancing my butt off this weekend. Circus Contraption’s Pajama Party was tons of fun, the lot of us rocked it out to the crazy funky swing tunes of CC amidst blizzards of feathers from the pillow-fight busted pillows.

The performances rocked too. Sheri’s Bloody Mary skeered the pajama bottoms off of us and the girlieskissingpillows routine was adorable and hilarious.

Good fun.

Had the chitlins this morning, so I bustled them off to Gypsy Nation and tore up the floor family style. Twas an excellent way to kickstart my lazy sunday and it must have done the trick, ’cause tired as I was from dancing into the wee hours the night before, I had no problem shakin’ my booty some more and then going home and hoeing, raking an’ composting the garden.

Whoohoo! Garden. May is nigh upon us. I’m all giddy with earthy, green, growing vibrations.

Now, I’m tired. And happy.

Aaaaah… Teatime.

Sam and I were drawing one day and he was bemoaning the imperfections of his cat drawing skills, so I said: ‘let’s draw the ugliest cat we can!’. That went over well, as you can see.

Lo, a new freaky comic book hero was born!-Scrapps the Ugly City Kitty. Spaceships and robots seem to appear frequently whenever Sam draws, and this was no exception-in fact the robotic arm extends from a spaceship, so it’s really the best of both worlds.

– essentially ‘charity donations, and the wish to help people, especially sick children, brings deep respect and reassures us that human kindness still exists in the modern world’.(excerpt from a letter expressing the gratitude of the hospital staff).

My friend Michael has founded the Kharkov Children’s Fund, upon discovering the severe lack of equipment and funding in the Ukraine hospitals.

‘We wanted to find a way that we could give back to the community and in particular to help out children in need. We searched for existing charities that served this need but found none. We found diverse charities, religious charities, and high overhead charities. But we wanted money to go directly to helping children, not to printing up expensive advertising brochures, and not to a group where it was unclear whether the people in need really got the funds.’

‘The idea of a stranger from a foreign country donating equipment was completely shocking, and at first the doctor thought it was some kind of a scam. But eventually she realized we really did want to help. We arranged to buy a heart monitor. Our agent took a 7 hour train ride to Kiev to get the monitor, and the company that sold them, after learning what we were doing, gave an ever increasing discount. He then took the 7 hour train ride back and presented it to the hospital.’

Now, they are raising money to buy the hospital a pair of incubators. So, if you wish to give to this excellent cause, please go here and donate. It’s easy, good and you know for sure that your money is directly benefitting the children who need it.

Sam and I had a gorgeous sunny day breaking sod today. I was thrilled and proud to discover that he’s old enough to really dig in and make a difference-the boy turned over a whole row on his own!

There are few things that satisfy my soul like gardening. There’s just something so primal and fundamentally GOOD about digging in the dirt, burying seeds, growing food…

It makes me happy.

Letter mat houses make Sam happy.

My son was with his dad for Easter weekend and consequentially, or perhaps serendipitously, all sorts of wild parties were flung about Seattle for me.

Luckily, I’d just scored bigtime in the naughty wardrobe dept!(thanks, Sandra!)

My ‘cocktail’ attire, for the birthday bash(Many happy returns, Cara!):

and, amping(or perhaps vamping?) the badness just a little for SINchronisity:

I also wrote(and read) some poetical stuff for Josh’s fantastic Seder feast.

Ahem:

‘What I came here for’

‘I found what I came here for.’

and, on a more erotic note(avert your mind if girlgirl sex offends thee), here’s my guided meditation for the evening:

Close your eyes, my friends. It’s a warm, sunny day. You are feeling languid, happy and unashamedly self-indulgent, lying on this soft velvet comforter, spread luxuriantly upon a very cozy bed. Utterly relaxed, you stretch blissfully, arms over head, lacing your fingers through the curved bronze fronds of the bedframe, pulling slightly to enhance and intensify that delicious, almost painful end range of the stretch in your shoulders.

Well, let’s just say, I’m glad the neighbors are old and deaf.

This weekend was such mad fun-it’s a magnificent blurr of parties and inebriated crushes and many, many delicious kisses. I’ll prolly post some more pics later if I cajol the approval of my sexy cohorts.

Love y’all.

My friend Danni has been gushing an outrageous torrent of stream of consciousness writing and gorgeous poetry from her blizzard-wracked dream shack in a tiny Alaskan village.

I miss lattes
and smoothies
hugs and being loonie
the afterglow
the beforeglow
and a group of friends baying at the full moon
car rides
bike rides
the holding of hands
the raising of glasses
a certain connection of heart
walks down an alley
the back way
the side way
the mountains in the morning.
There are moments, here, there are
but I miss,
still
I miss…

Soon, Danni, so soon.