In Pasadena California. Every 2nd Sunday of the month. The beautiful mass of vintage, mid century modern and anything you can think goes on sale. Ziajian
Hello. Social media says “you have one new view” it’s enough for me. This is the Year of the Cock according to my friends…lol. Fidelity and punctuality are the key concepts. And 2016 was the year of the Deaths. Many wonderful people including Carrie F. whom I met briefly in a bathroom( she had to piss test) died. She was fun and funny. I looked up the definition of fidelity which also included being faithful to a cause or movement. So I will be faithful to this blog and write about poker the spirit and observation. Cock a dottle Do.
Listening to the Donnas and The Muffs on Pandora, while I wait for an alternate flight. Reno airport requires the pilot to nose dive onto the runway. “Cancelled” in bright red on the board because 24 mph winds. This is a first and been so lucky all this time. I thank Tongan ticket counter guy and tell him “I love you” in Samoan. That is how I found out he’s not. “You’re not wearing a ta ovala” we laff I get an upgrade. Passing thru security I often wear an airport outfit for ease and use a square scarf as a top that later doubles as cover up, blanket or pillow. This time while flying from Las Vegas Nevada to Long Beach California I was told to “take it off” sheehs! Okay. That’s it I’m getting the TSA pass. Finally homegirl recognizes my situation and comes to my aid. I have passed thru many a security and not asked to alter my outfit. I love hearing these words but situations may vary. It pays to be nice and compliant. Ziajian.
YOUR TINY HANDS BRING RELIEF. I AM BOTH QUIET AND REFLECTIVE, ANTICIPATING RELIEF FROM HOLDING BACK AND HOLDING IN. WE MAY NOT SPEAK EACH OTHERS LANGUAGE BUT I FOLLOW YOU AND ASSUME. WE LISTEN TO THE OTHERS WHO COMPLAIN AND THOSE WHO SNORE. MY ARM REST ON YOUR TINY LEG AS THE MUSIC WAFTS MUCH LIKE SCENT OF BLOSSOM BALMS AND OILS USED TO INFUSE THE NOTION THAT KNOTS WILL UNTIE. YOU ARE DECEPTIVELY STRONG AND TIME IS CAPTURED PERFECTLY. A DEEP SIGH TO INDICATE HOW GRATEFUL I AM IN THIS MOMENT IN TIME. AND SOMETIMES I WISH THIS WOULD NEVER END BUT ALAS IT DOES.
If am not aware I might be overwhelmed by life. So much is going on 24/7. Baby births and lobster fests. Projects and deadlines seem to be looming above my head and I wonder do the bedouin people have the same feeling? I remember going to nine weddings. And nine birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese within a years time. I think it’s okay to hibernate during the summer isn’t it? I’ve NOT been writing either so what gives. With recent events I continue to pray and not give up. Then I listened to Pablo Neruda poems and one stood out. The one about the bane of exsisting. The gift of dread and longing. I long for quiet, tranquility and isolation but only for a moment.
It’s been pervasive in thought that so many commercials seen reflect men as children and their wives as the parent. I choose to see men as wonderful God given creatures who do just about everything in their power to makes us happy and love us “just the way we are”. Women must be charge of the advertising. The Carl’s jr. ad. “The man puts a whole avocado in Blender?” or the dad cooking with his children and the kitchen is mess. Dad implies it’s the a kids fault and the wife gives a look of disappointment. Who did you think built the kitchen and a dad in the kitchen enjoying time with the kids, it’s where you focus is what flourishes. Few years back I observed a slovenly dressed unattractive woman chastise her husband while at baggage claim in Las Vegas airport. She was nice to everyone except him. Final straw came in the form of group shaming. She gave him a dirty look and everyone around her looked at her as if say “Enough” and she knew it. I often say “the weakest man is still stronger than the strongest woman”. I stand by this message come rain or shine. X is Y I love you.
A few months ago I heard from a friend ” Hey its me …My brother has been divorced about a year and a half you should give him a call”. As I write this I realized you can’t go back and He was just being nice. Asking to be put in the friendship category and hang out is bullshit and unreasonable. Better to write it out as a cautionary tale and accept you can’t go home. Real estate of the heart can be a millimeter or acre but its there. I was doing so good on my own playing poker, working and traveling. Situations like these caused a skid mark in my life…then a flood (emotions) then back out to the desert where I belong. It doesn’t matter that Ive been with someone the past 12 years, there was life I lived that proceeded my my life now and it was filled with freedoms, adventures and significantly less obligations. I tied this into thinking what was and what could have been. I choose not to see this as a danger zone but a beautiful walk down memory lane. For This I am grateful. Ziajian