OH!OH! HERE'S THE OTHER ONE I LOVE SO MUCH ON THIS DISC I HAVEN'T LISTENED TO IN AN AGE...


Stay by me... and make the moment last...
Please take these lips even if I have been kissed a million times...
I don't care if there is no tomorrow... I could die here in your arms..
even if the stars have made us blind,
we're blind in love, so blind in love.

come on now baby, come on now baby, come on now baby...

sweet darlin' don't you know that we're no different to anyone?
we stumble, we falter, but we're no different than anyone.
though the winter snow has melted down
into a pool of silver water,
and we are standing in a thundercloud
dark as your hair... dark as your hair...

so blind in love...

come on now baby, come on now baby, come on now baby...

I heart this song. haven't listened to it in so long that as it plays to me tonight I am weeping. . .


Darlin' don't you understand I feel so ill at ease
the room is full of silence and it's getting hard to breathe.
take this guilded cage of pain and set me free,
take this overcoat of shame,
it never did belong to me... it never did belong to me.
I need to go outside I need to leave the smoke
for I can't go on living in this same sick joke.
it's seems our lives have taken on a different kind of twist
now that you have given me the perfect gift.
you have given me the gift.

for we have fallen from our shelves
to face the truth about ourseles.
and we have tumbled from our trees,
tumbled from our trees.

and I can almost... I can almost hear the rain falling...
don't you know it feels so good... feels so good...
so let's go out into the rain again...
just like we said we always would.

Who's that tall redhead? why it's ME!

helloOOoOOOOOoOo all you little people down there around my knees!

this is my publicity shot for a one woman show coming up in May. I'm more than a little nervous about this piece. Then, too, I'm still writing it. Thankfully, I have time.

Prayers to Tom's family. he was so loved and respected. nothing in the world will ever be able to replace him. I hope I never forget how his blonde face would crinkle up in laughter, or the twinkle in his blue eye as he'd embark on a tale from his Army days, or delight in recalling his daughter Tina, or son Keith. he will be missed, always.

Prayers to mr. zippy's papa, in hospital for a biopsy on a large mass in his lung, only to have his lung collapse. so far so good, but the biopsy results aren't back yet.

Nothing quite like make-up sex.

pull out all the stops, tell the angry man you're willing to do anything so long as it doesn't hurt you.

and when it hurts you and he says he's sorry tell him

"don't be sorry, baby, let's just do it right."

WOOF!

News from the dog house....

mr. zippy is still angry. when he came home this evening it was clear he was not a happy camper. naturally, it did not occur to me that it had anything at all to do w/ my bad wife behavior of two nights before.

me: how was your day?

him: fine.

me: how are you feeling?

him: fine.

me: what's wrong?

him: nothing.

me: you seem distant.

him: I'm trying to decide if I'm still mad at you or not.

me: Oh.

him: I'll just blame Larry.

me: Why blame Larry?

him: For keeping you out all night.

. . .

me: I have to go to a show tomorrow night.

him: and what was the LAST thing I told you before you left???

me: I know, honey, I know. that's why I keep telling you you can't blame Larry.


. . .

me: so, how is this any different than when I tell you I'm going to spend the night at April's?

him: I don't know.

me: what is it specifically that's upsetting you about it?

him: i don't want to talk about it. I'll just get mad all over again.

. . .

me: Minka's opening in Porgy on Thursday at 8pm.

him: this Thursday?

me: next Thursday.

him: ok.

me: are you sure you want to go?

him: yeah.

me: Because I can still invite Brianne.

him: No, I want to go. AND MAKE SURE YOU COME HOME.



(whistling in the dark)

I am sooooooooo in the dog house.

I have been a bad bad girl.

mr. zippy is very unpleased with his mrs right now.

IT'S ALL LARRY'S FAULT!!

sigh.

no it's not. it's my fault.

I have no excuses for my bad wife behavior.

but when dear old friend Larry unexpectedly came to town for one night and one night only, what's a girl to do but go with him and hit every gay bar in town? and stay out all night? and stay with Larry in his hotel with his two other friends both of whom were delightful boys? but not call... bad mrs. zippy... bad bad bad.

mr. zippy has said exactly two things to me today. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" and "I'm mad at you."

I have sealed the door to the dog house. I am inside. and I have no hope of ever getting out.

skin.

the largest organ of the body. the surface beneath which we live our internal lives, soaring and tumbling, constantly evolving, even if only a regeneration of itself, more but often less. it bears the marks of our childhood, of our adolescence, of our coming of age and getting on, getting on. it bears the burdens we have shouldered, of love lived and lost and emptied vacuous all-consuming moments of quenching a thirst we did not know we had; the life and the death we have felt, one nibble at a time, from all such experiences.

if you could reach just beneath the surface of a person, what would that soul feel like?

would it mold to your touch? would it quiver or repose in it's own sublimity? with the subtle self-possession of your fingertips, reaching beyond the known boundaries, searching for the evanescing fluidity of what is us... of what is ours, intuitively... will it relish the delight of your touch? moan with unexpected longing? or come to you as a tranquil sea, its unhurried waves lazily enjoying your shore?