ladykatza

traffic on the highway, people swerving and throwing frisbees. i couldn’t understand why until i saw a large jack russell terrior bounding over the treetops, yes, treetops. it was a LARGE dog, and hyper. people were distracting it so they could get by. i had a daecon in the car with me, we were trying to get to a filming locations, the only one in atlanta, so he could talk to the director about a job running the electronics. but when we got there it wasn’t daecon anymore. i’m not sure who it was. at first they thought we were trying to get an acting job and treated us with disdain. when the director, obviously a flamer, found out what it was we really wanted, we were ushered off to the “techies” and the not-daecon-male then promptly dissapeared and i was alone with a lecherous joss whedon type. eh?

i am my new character at AIT. no more pretend, we are the real thing. we’re in an underground building with natural rock and stone giving it an cavernous feeling. gas lights illuminate the interior. there is an argument going on about what to do for some inconsequential thing. i am at the top of the stairs and i don’t walk down, i glide. i glide several inches above the ground. everyone stares. things have faded to the back as dreams do, but i remember levatating higher and higher until i float above everyone. i bare my fangs at displeasure of the company and they leave…

my weekend gettaway was lovely. it was quiet and reflective, and exactly what i needed. i cried when daecon drove away with the kids, thinking how nice it would be to have them there too. they stayed for a bit before leaving and i walked down the mountainside with simon and felicity to go see the lake. simon was gung-ho about running ahead and felicity had to stop every 5 feet to pick up rocks. they liked throwing rocks into the river and watching me skip stones. simon and felicity were jockying for a position on one of the rocks and felicity fell in getting her feet wet. hiking back up the mountain carrying a little girl is not the easiest thing in the world. simon kept telling me to hurry up.

so i spent a lot of time writing and thinking. it was cold and blustery so i stayed inside for the most part. people kept loitering around the cabin because they thought it was empty so i decided to make the hike to the phone. it was about a four mile hike round trip. cold, but beautiful. i called Pain and told him i’d feel more comfortable about him coming up there and staying the night.

still, i had a day and a half to myself. i did some writing, some thinking. i played my flute, i listened, actually listed to music. i forgot how relaxing that can be. Pain showed up about 9:30 and we drank and talked. both of us were exhausted and we went to sleep. morning was pleasant.

i came home to daecon and jen and had a pleasant afternoon talking on the backporch and lying in the sunshine. not extremely exciting, but it was relaxing.

i spent a year of my young adulthood traveling the Renaissance Festival circuit. i lived in a tent and relied much on the goodwill of others as i had no mode of transportation. it was easier for me that most i suspect, being a female of reasonably attractive stature. and i had something that many didn’t, and that was understanding parents. mom would write me letters and send me care packages with coloring books and other fun goodies. but there was some hard times there, for it made me realize what it would be like to always depend on others, to not be self sufficient. i learned a great deal about the dynamics of relationships. in other words.. i made a lot of mistakes. but they were good mistakes because i learned from them.

i like it when i don’t have to drive because it means i get to inspect the surrounding landscape. recently a friend of mine told me that if you watch closely, all of those wooded areas inbetween major roads, in the median of the freeway, and exit ramps, you can often see the homeless. under bridges as well. people don’t think about homelessness in this country much because 1) we have relative few compared to many countries and 2) they are well hidden. i’ve noticed in the wooded area on the hwy 5 access road to I-75 quite a few tents covered with tarps. some the bright blue you would expect and others camauflaged. it made me think of the camping areas of rennies and the way that i lived then. only for me it was a choice. for them? i do not know, but i wonder.

so i’m revamping my website. i don’t even know if anyone comes to this blog anymore. i’m going to do a search for some updates that i can do to this blog so that i might ursurp some of the spammers. if i can’t, i may be going with a different program, take it down, or otherwise make this non-existent for a while.

i changed the colors on this page a litte as well, but i don’t like it as much, so i’m trying to remember what color i had before and change it back on the side bar.