I.

Labor Day Weekend. Hurricane John up from Mexico and dumping unusual amounts pouring rain on the desert. I was getting ready to go to a Chinese restaurant and went out to the car to get my hair brush. There was no noise, no reason to cause me to look up, but I looked up and saw an owl flying above. Except in pictures, I have only seen an owl once in real life, on my cousin’s ranch north of Globe, but this had to be an owl. Huge wingspan, silent, flying in the dark, it looked just like an owl. It flew into the eucalyptus tree, so I ran under the tree and looked up to see if I could see, but it was completely hidden.

 Later on, at the dark and noisy restaurant, sitting in the corner booth, outside the rain fell down, never stopping, I was enjoying the red glow of the lights and my coke, and so thrilled because I had a mystery on my hands: Did I really see an owl? A real live owl?

My fortune cookie read: Seeing is believing.

II.

Weeks later, coming home late on a Tuesday from Jamie’s house. Driving east on Houston towards Lindsay, I saw a whoosh in the corner of my eye and knew immediately what I was seeing. Still driving, but with my eyes no longer on the road, I followed that owl the length of two houses as she flew into an elm tree.

My heart was beating so fast. Ok, so she was real. I really did see an owl……right?

III.

Taking a walk with Becky, this was days or even a couple weeks later, again, at night, of course, rounding the corner onto Melody Road, near the house where the post man lives (the post man who uses a toilet bowl as a flower pot). He seemed like he was working on his car but he was shining a bright light up into the towering eucalyptus on his property and then I heard the faintest sound: whoo……..whoo…….whoo.

Wait, is he making that noise? I asked. We got nearer and then kept walking down the street and we really couldn’t decide. It kind of sounded like a human saying whoo……..whoo…….whoo. But then further down the street, we recognized the sound had to be coming from up high, from up in the tree’s branches.

So that had been pretty much proof. An owl had taken up residence in this neighborhood. I started reading about owls and identified her as a XXX. She had the wingspan. She had the ears.

Maybe she was displaced by all the development that is happening around here in all directions. I hope this place works out for her. There are so many cars and people and buildings, but there are lots of small birds and I’ve seen mice, so maybe it’s a good place.

IV.

One morning, leaving for work, it was about half past 5 am, I heard the whoo…..whoo….whoo again.

V.

The last time I’ve had any clue of the presence of the owl was at least a month ago, a little before Thanksgiving. Again a very light whoo…..whoo….whoo at the end of the street coming from the Eucalyptus trees.

my mom is back from her 3 day stay at the hospital. yay! and she seems to be feeling well. i cannot stand hospitals. i’m grateful for them, but really do not want to be in them. my mom has been thru a lot….. i want things to finally be back to normal for her…

i didn’t see any Geminids meteorites last nite. which isnt to say i didnt look. there’s just too many city lights and it would’ve taken a long time to outdrive the city lights. not that i didnt try. at least i started to drive south but then realized it wasnt going to work, its not like i could stay up for hours just to get far enough away.

yay, i can wear jeans to work tomorrow. i really need to go to sleep soon so that i can be productive tomorrow. i’ve been dragging so much this week.

and then tomorrow night is the Advent service of friends of friends. and K’s brother’s Christmas party. i havent been in a “Christmas-y” mood, whatever that would mean or be. i had had this idea that i would write stuff in a blog all during Advent and i can write the stuff in my head, but everything seems to fade when i try to write it.

i know a lot of people who take creative writing type classes are given the assignment to just randomly write a few pages everyday—a stream of consciousness sort of thing. i think that is what i will do in this blog, not caring too much if it makes sense to folks who might happen upon it.

i was hearing last night on the radio about this study that i have been paying attention to for a while in Africa thta circumcison reduces the chances of getting HIV. i first heard of this study months ago and found it so interesting, there was the group of circumsized men and the control group, well they have quit the study because they say yes circumcision reduces the chances of getting HIV, not that its a magic bullet, obviously. anyways, any thing to do with Africa, aids, helping Africa, etc etc i find hugely fascinating.

i need to go drink some water. tea and soda are not water. y tambien nesicito ir a cama. ahorita!

I could use some sort of blog space that is more like a diary than my picture blog/other blog http://beulahland.blogs.com/. I used to always have a journal as a kid. So here goes, my day, diary style:

Well, let’s just skip to the evening. As I was coming home, about to get off at Gilbert on the 202, Becky called to say they were going to admit Mom due to her infection/wound on her foot. So I told Beck I would come get Dad to bring him home. Went to the hospital, saw her, and got him home and he just went to bed. I’m hoping he won’t get up, I did everything I could to make sure he would go to bed, like getting him soup, letting him turn all the lights off, talking about the pets and saying he needed to go to bed so the cats could get in bed with him. Now I’m here in the computer room hoping he will stay in bed. Since his head injury two years ago, he has to be taken care of  like he’s a child.

I was just reading today about methods for getting children to sleep thru the night. One is the let them cry it out method so they will learn to sleep on their own, but of course this one is really hard on parents…..anyways….

 As for my mom, I hope they figure out what the infection is soon. Possibly she got it because her body is weakened by the chemo she had for the past since summer.

 It’s cold in this house and I really need to go to bed but this is the first moment i have had to myself all day and i don’t feel like giving up yet.

 As the Arcade Fire song says, “sleeping is giving in”.

hmm [an excerpt]

November 17, 2006

Wonder is my second favorite condition to be in, after love—and I sometimes wonder whether there’s even a difference: maybe love is just wonder aimed at a beloved. Wonder is like grace, in that it’s not a condition we grasp: wonder grasps us. We do have the freedom to elude wonder’s grasp. We have the freedom to do all sorts of stupid things. By deploying cynicism, rationalism, fear, arrogance, judgmentalism, we can evade wonder nonstop, all our lives. I’m not too fond of that gnarly old word, sin, but the deliberate evasion of wonder does bring it to mind. It may not be biblically sinful to evade wonder, but it is artistically and spiritually sinful.

 excerpt from God Laughs and Plays—David Duncan

hoy

November 5, 2006

Today we saw Becky in her race waalk, went to LaFondas, to the Bazaar, home to sleep and then out with Nick, Karen and Lois to Ross, Starbucks and to see Anchorman at Lois’s.

Hello World

November 4, 2006

Tonight we drove out to Ocotillo to the Fresh Aroma Coffee House

Hello world!

November 4, 2006

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