The view from where I sit.
Alfonse and I leave in the wee hours of the morning for our long vacation back East. Not soon enough. Today was kind of a grueling day cramming everything in I needed to do to close down my office, make sure my phone was working properly (hours on the phone with Verizon), make sure Alfonse was all ready to go, deal with our various shuttles, our cats, etc. etc. Oh and I worked today too. I found myself leaving a message for a friend where my voice sounded, even to myself, like an elderly woman. I said “I just feel like bawling”. Exhaustion on so many levels. Menopause just hammers me sometimes.
I went to pick up Alfonse to come spend the night here (the shuttle picks us up at…eegads…just over 5 hours from now at 4:45am) so he’s spending the night. Luckily we’re flying First Class the whole way. :D
As we ran to do my final errand, he just blurted out “Kathy we have to cherish every minute we have with our father because you never know when it will be your last”. Wisdom. While he was talking like this my phone dinged twice. As I arrived at the FedEx station I checked my phone to see this terribly sad and shocking message from my friend Wendy.
Our mutual friend Tony Carito suddenly passed away, today I think. I don’t know the details.
I met Tony in a coffee shop about two years ago in Sedona as I was grabbing a cup for the road. Long before we got our home up there. We chatted and decided to become Facebook friends so that’s what we did. I watched him quietly from afar, sometimes liking his posts, sometimes commenting. He very rarely commented on mine but I remember him saying about a selfie where I was showing off my new haircut something like “boy, you’re pretty.
Just over three weeks ago, I was up there for a long weekend and had no plans for the Monday I’d planned to stay over. I sent Tony a message asking if he wanted to hang out. He responded quickly saying that would be great and suggested we drive up the canyon to a little cafe called Indian Gardens. He offered to pick me up.
He arrived at my house exactly on time and gifted me a notecard bearing his artwork with a tiny photograph on the back of him as a child of 4 or so. I felt like I’d known him forever; it was so comfortable being with him and we talked and talked all along the drive and into the canyon. As we walked in to the restaurant, people right and left were greeting him with big smiles. He was one of the most popular people I’ve ever seen. We had a long leisurely deep talk over lunch about many things. He shared deep thoughts and vulnerabilities with me at one point saying “is it ok I’m telling you all of this?”. I just replied “these are the kinds of conversations I live for.”
Tony wanted to go next door to the Dairy Queen after lunch and he got a blizzard, me a latte (still not eating sugar). We continued our easy conversation there and I felt so happy to be making this new friend. He performed in an Improv Theatre company called Zenprov and talked a lot about it. I was so excited to see him perform and shared I was thinking about maybe getting back in to that myself (that’s another story from my past). I had dreams of training with him in some way one day.
After a few hours he drove me back home, I ran inside to grab some of the cookies I’d pulled from the batch I made for the cops and gave them to him. He kissed me sweetly and platonicly on the lips and we both shared how we looked forward to spending more time together. It was an easy, safe, fun connection.
I’m so sad he’s gone. I wonder why I felt all day so agitated and like I wanted to cry. It sure makes me go hmmmm.
Rest well Tony…you will be missed by so many people. You left a big hole in Sedona, bigger than the sinkhole I saw last weekend.
I’m going to frame your card and place it somewhere so it can make me smile. One day.
I told John tonite I think he’s a little bit psychic. Saying that to me about never knowing what moment is our last with someone just as that message was coming about Tony. Then we picked up Chinese and his fortune cookie said this.
I said before I need to pay better attention to what my brother shares and I mean it.
I think I’ll go have my cry now.
In case you haven’t figured it out by now, my favorite thing of all things is serendipity. I look for it, celebrate it, make decisions by it, worship at the altar of it (ok that’s maybe a little extreme).
Yesterday I sent it off my submission for the first writing contest I’ve ever participated in. It was a great exercise and I worked for hours on it over the weekend. I’m headed back to Edmonds, WA in October for the same writing conference I went to last year and decided this time to enter the contest. Late last week I got an email and realized the deadline for submission was this Friday! Eegads. They also gave the theme which I’d somehow missed so luckily I had a good story that fit perfectly. The theme is “Catch.” I reworked a story I shared on the blog about a Priest, a lesbian, a fish and Mississippi.
It was fun whether I win or not and I intend to play around some more with this contest stuff. Why not? It’s a good way to practice, sharpen skills, learn to edit and in this case realize I’ve been totally sucking at punctuation in some ways…at least consistently! Here’s to punctuation!!!! !!! !! !!!!!
Imagine my surprise tonite when I got home and decided to channel surf and landed on this documentary on Showtime:
L Word Mississippi: Hate the Sin
Yep, it’s all about lesbians in Mississippi. How random, right? I tried
waking her up and dragging her out of bed phoning Max to tell her to quick turn on her TV but she must be asleep already.
Maybe this is a sign…maybe I’m in the zeitgeist…maybe I’m just looking for validation. ;)
The other thing on my mind
that I’m obsessing about is…drumroll…getting a dog. I can’t stop thinking about it! It started dragging me like a magnet while I was in Sedona this weekend and has just been escalating. I spent much of my evening yesterday searching on dogs and so far I’ve fallen completely in love with cockapoos. I think this is my dog…well I know it is. Here is an assortment of photos that make my heart hurt they are so cute. Today I’ve been obsessing about names.
I’m being smart about it though and have decided to wait until the new year, review my last year and see how this new lifestyle will fit and take a good several months to be steadily at home (or Sedona) to train a little puppy. I haven’t had a dog since I was a child but it’s pulling on me so hard knocking at the inside of my heart that I feel like I hardly have a choice. I’ll keep ya updated.
Look, I even have the cockapoo owner haircut! (more or less)
This morning I started looking at my treasure map to see if there was a sign on there and lo and behold, right in the center is an artic fox. That’s pretty close to a dog if ya ask me. And I made it the centerpiece of my whole map! Hmmmm…
The weight lifting lady is the other large image and I’m lifting hard now at least 3 times a week. My goal setting seems to have wiggled it’s way in to my subconscious and is having it’s way with me.
As I’m watching this
hard to watch film in the background, I see a lesbian in a fishing boat. I hope the judges for the contest are watching too. ;)
Where did this day go? I love puttering and puttering I did today. All day.
Took a few photos of some embellishments I made to the outside of the house this trip. Yes I moved ADT yesterday. ;)
I completed a story that I’m entering in a writing contest and am putting the final touches on it to mail out tomorrow (it’s derivative from a blog post here).
I designed a business card for the blog to take with me to the writing conference in October (which is hosting the contest I’m submitting to).
And, fyi, I changed the domain name for this site (took me long enough) to http://www.twoinnocents.com.
Now I’m all about stretching out on my hammock for a few before popping in on the Emmy’s.
Hope you all out there had a great Monday as well.
Oh and hoping Breaking Bad (Aaron Paul) and House of Cards clean up at the Emmy’s tonite! Also True Detective.
Greetings from beautiful Sedona! It’s so incredible waking up here with long expanses of days ahead of me, cool breezes and quiet. I never for one minute forget how fortunate I am to have the opportunity to be here like this.
Today my big goals are: go for a hike by Cathedral rock, make homemade sauce with the ingredients I brought up with me, finish installing the surround sound stereo I brought up, finish the laundry I’ve started and continue tweaking the story I’m entering in a writing contest. It has to be submitted by next Saturday so I hope to have it finished today. The problem is I write so fast and furious and pay no nevermind usually to punctuation and other writerly imperatives that I’m not sure how to polish it up. I may need to find an editor–if anyone out there is game to take a look at my completed story, please write to me!
I’ve also been popping in at Websleuths occasionally lately to see what people are saying about the Arias case which, of no surprise to me, has been delayed again. I think it will be lucky to start anytime this year. And when I say start, I mean get it over with. Although I surely know the ambivalence that goes with a trial like this finally being over (of course with the Death penalty that never really happens should she receive that sentence). That’s when the real hard part starts: when the trial ends. That’s when the family will need the most support and get the least. I’m very aware of that cliff for the Alexanders and where my role may be most important for them.
I wrote something about the legal system and how far it’s gone in protecting/supporting our worst of the worst now and the heinous way it’s turned toward villifying true victims. I remember when I was testifying and one of Cindy’s killers attorneys tried to insinuate some preposterous theory about her being involved in a drug cartel or some such nonsense. Or maybe it’s the way they tried to describe her as a slut therefore deserving to be viciously slaughtered in the desert for money. It was very very subtle in comparison to what we’ve seen with Travis Alexander’s reputation also slaughtered in the courtroom, but it was enough. Enough for me to flash a look at that defense attorney like “oh you will not even go there with me” and he backed off. I think just the question itself disgusted the jury. But times were different then. Now it’s become commonplace to attack the reputation of victims in court fabricated out of thin air by the mind of a sociopath. Entire defenses are spun on these about face assaults to the innocent. “Experts” participate in these lies and are well paid. And we, as a society, seem to think this is ok.
Anyway, I’ll just copy and paste what I wrote on Websleuths this morning so I can be done with this line of thinking and get in to something that would actually match the memories that are true of my sister and Travis (as I understand him to have been)–like cooking,hiking, writing a funny story.
Sometimes you also just have to tell the truth about things and put it out there, so here it is:
I think this illustrates what is so incredibly beyond frustrating and maddening about how our justice system has (d)evolved when it comes to murderers like Arias. The system promotes them continuing to abuse and debase their victims in public, falsifying completely fictional stories that villify their victims out of thin air while staining their memory to anyone who even hears it even if they don’t believe it. This has been accepted as a completely commonplace line of defense now with no one setting boundaries on it’s preposterousness.
“Expert” witnesses come out of the woodwork to support these fictional stories and testify to their “veracity” although their only source is the killer themself. Entire tales are spun creating the completely innocent victim as an unrecognizable character in their own life. Meetings are held to strategize how to spin the Truth in to something that turns the entire sordid event on it’s ear pointing to the vicious killer as “victim”. Intelligent, highly paid, educated professionals conspire in this dark dance.
And the legal system supports and condones it. All the way up to the day the vicious killer likely dies in prison of natural causes as these fights continue for decades selling fiction as fact, tarnishing someone’s innocent child/sibling/friend/parent who never had a chance to fully live their life; all in the name of winning.
Or in some cases, such as Alyce La Violette, in the name of money. Thank God the scales of Karma didn’t support her in that endeavor. But she has taken her tale of victimhood, erasing the man who’s breath was taken in his own home, on to herself now. In the name of murderer Jodi Arias.
It’s a level of insanity I feel sure our forefathers never anticipated. I don’t think they knew this level of sophisticated evil back in those simpler times either. Nature or nurture we have a new breed of venom that walks the Earth now. And we protect them like precious jewels.