new bangs. new to me.
spent the day in the city with garrett, my friend x 20 years. we talked a lot about girls and dating. man, the things he’s been putting up with!! i love chatting with my dating friends. they seem to be having such fun, although it seems like a whirlwind of uncertainty for them at times, too. i enjoy hearing what’s going on today in the world of first dates, awkward break-ups, and full-on romances. i barely remember my dating days. i just remember knowing my first date with john would be my last date in the game of dating. i was done. gone to heaven. done. in love. up until then, i was the girl who swore she would never get married. i love how the universe changes our minds, softens us with the very things we need in our lives. i love how it all happens against our best efforts and beliefs. i’ve since learned that i can’t control every detail of my life and just that little piece of knowing, that understanding, is incredibly comforting to me. all i have to worry about is putting my heart forth in the world, my best efforts, and the rest is, well, it’s just the rest.
garrett snapped this pic of me in front of robert rauschenberg’s ginormous piece. i love this piece. a favorite, for sure.
we went to the moma’s Matisse exhibit, then wandered the streets for awhile. man, i love the crowded streets of san fran. the best people watching ever. ever. i need to do a better job of taking photos when i’m down there. i almost snapped a photo of a very sweet and smiley homeless man carrying a colorful sign that read, “my wife’s been kidnapped! please give me money!”. when i started laughing, he started laughing, too and said, “well, at least i tried!”. so funny. i find that the homeless folks in san fran are quite good humored and vocal. and appreciative, too. just the other day, i bought a happy meal for a homeless person outside of burger king and she was the most grateful homeless person i think i’ve ever met. she could care less about asking for change. the dearheart just wanted some food. in portland, john and i would give our restaurant leftovers to the homeless, but several times we’d encounter “i don’t feel like chicken tonite” or “where’s the ketchup?”. i suppose everyone has a preference, homeless or not!
in other news, i’m beginning to feel a bit frantic with upcoming deadlines, something i’m not accustomed to, but grateful for all at once. tomorrow i’m planning on getting out the calendar and making a weekly lists of goals for the next several months. i think that will help. i’m a list maker by nature and a good hearty list always seems to calm my nerves even if i never look at it again. funny how that works.