Sep. 28th, 2008

Well. Weekend has been eventful.

Yesterday was my cousin Kathleen's wedding. In Chico. I got to drive most of the way to and from Fremont (finally getting back by 2 AM). There were a few strange and/or nifty points: It was slightly Western themed; there were a few guests who you could tell were dressed up because they wore BLACK cowboy hats. The colors were black and white, and it was a civil rather than religious ceremony.

But the bit I thought most awesome: it was held in part of the park where they filmed the Robin Hood with Errol Flynn! Oh how I wanted to have time to just take off and wander around. As it was, I got a couple nifty pictures of a part of the river that was as smooth as glass and a few of the oaks.



I also got some mediocre pictures of Katie and Nathan. (Getting a picture with someone else's flash is ODD.)



I cried a bit at the wedding - Katie's only one year older than me, as old as I thought I'd be... Also, the music, um. And they had red velvet cake. And most of all, Katie's parents are the only ones in my family that divorced. Seeing Aunt Cheryl again so many years after, with Uncle Phil remarried and all? It could have been awkward, but the Porto crowd (mostly the women) gathered around her to catch up and make sure she knew we all still care about her. It made me so proud of my family... and... well. Wistful.

While Elisabeth and I were away, Victoria and family arrived! But they were asleep by the time we got back (though two hours later, Soren woke up crying and that woke me, so I have had only two hours of sleep in the last 34). So we had, for a few hours, a house with five adults and four children... though Andy just took off for Zurich again this morning. Julius and I had a little fun playing with my phone, and I snuck out of the house for a few hours to do homework and grading.

Oh, and Mike and Victoria gave me an iPod Touch. Mike has played with it at least as much as I since I opened it, but at least I transferred all my music on hand to the device, and I even started this post using it. I think I'm going to make it a duct tape sheath.
Cant sleep even though I'm exhausted and have the house to myself. I probably waited too long. le sigh, well, I guess tomorrow's classes will be curious.

Somehow the quietness in which I pursue sleep is speaking sad dreams of verse into my mind, divorced from verbalization but singsong and melancholy all the same. Elisabeth was saying "just get over him" last night, and we know how that sentence loves to backfire.

Fleeting and fading memories of dreams haunt the stillness, broken only by the tick of the keypad and the tock of the clock. No solid sights nor sensation of more than a moment, like mist masking face and form. A smell here and there, a smile or laugh, one touch and its following shiver, no more.

Yet each, though small, defines his outline. With no clear view I see him whole.

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