coats and scissors

i was blessed with warm SF weather for awhile. it turned cold. i pretended i had moved here with a coat, but i really only had a variety of sweatshirt like things that were neither flattering or warm. warm being the more important factor. 

last night a coat was purchased. my life here is being solidified, i think. i now have a coat, and, a variety of teas. i have made my hotel room very burning man like. teas and miso soup being made with the hot water from the electric kettle i requested. who knew burning man would be such good preparation for fancy hotel living? oh, i also have pickles. the small ones. but of course. 

the teas will travel with me in my backpack to my next destination.

(am i a new age gypsy? mayyyyybe. i think my dad thinks so. and, i trust his opinion on a lot of things.) 

i have learned that spending a lot of money once a month at the health food store is indeed a very very good life investment. buy the quality things you want. pay whatever they may cost. let all the other crap fall by the wayside, bc you have the very best of what you want. LIFE MANTRA time. 

the maid came in to straighten the room yesterday. i was in the bath. i said ‘come in, but, i am in the bath.’ i did not want to scare her. she apologized so many times for interrupting me. can a bath really be interrupted? i was still in the warm water. i was not composing the next great symphony. i do not think she affected anything. she said sorry in second language english. i tried to thank her a million times in nervous first world english. she thinks im spoiled, she thinks im all the people she hates. i want to make her tea but i am naked. i questioned if i should have let her come in at all, but, once she left i realized she found the scissors i had lost. they had been in the bed. close call. worth the awkward exchange after all. 

someone saying sorry to you while making your bed really really made me realize some situations should be completely different sometimes. she deserves flowers. i deserve no extra words said to me, except perhaps ‘good day to you’. but, alas, we live in a world of societal conventions. i hope she gets her flowers. 

i am off to santa cruz to go to a party at a railroad stop. yes, california is that good to me. 

good day to you, my loves. 

 

About suzyloves

i am flowers on the side of the road. 'yes' and 'joy' are important to me. i may not re-read what i write, and i never won a spelling bee, but i do hope you enjoy. the world is getting larger, and i fear our 'human-ness' is growing smaller. this is my attempt to connect. i do love you and i do miss you, so this is my hand reaching out so we can all be love <3
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