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[fflo]

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[disclaimerwill.livejournal.com]

Stupid as it may sound for me to say, "I hope everything's okay" in response to this post... I do hope you're alright, whatever's wrong. And that things get better immediately, somehow. Thinking of you, anyway, if any of that helps.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Will. I'm a little afraid the bell jar may be descending.

[paperkingdoms]

::sends warm thoughts::

[groovesinorbit]

Hey, girl. Sorry you're feeling so bad. What's up?

{{hugs}}

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

Well, bad isn't good. I hope that the bad turns good, or doesn't turn out as bad as you thought, or a compensatory good comes along, or whatever would cause you to post "Good--not bad" as soon as the laws of physics allow.

[anderyn.livejournal.com]

Hey -- joining the general chorus of sending warm fuzzies and concern your way. Whatever it is, hope it gets better soon. See you tomorrow?

[squirrelykat.livejournal.com]

gosh, such a short post. maybe you could use your stethoscope to check
on illnesses. Caribbean flu!?

[fflo.livejournal.com]

ha. i'm pretty sure it's something between the blues and the mean reds. you know the distinction? by holly golightly, breakfast at tiffany's?

[squirrelykat.livejournal.com]

not remembering that reference......

[fflo.livejournal.com]

HOLLY: Listen...you know those days when you get the mean reds?
FRED (PAUL): The mean reds? You mean like the blues?
HOLLY: The blues are because you're getting fat [sic] or because it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
FRED: Sure.
HOLLY: When I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away.

Of course I don't share her definition of the blues, and Tiffany's wouldn't help me much to speak of. But I like the idea of a distinction of degree, if you will, or of type.

[masculine-lady.livejournal.com]

sending some warm fuzzies too...hope things are better now...but, if they aren't let me know if I can help.
:)

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Thank you, C. Appreciate it.

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

E-mail Trouble: "People need to get out more often and talk to each other. Not on phones, not at conferences, not using computers, but on summer lawns moistened with the dew of the evening or is it the morning, lying on our backs and watching the clouds and reading poetry for no reason at all and drinking a nice Chardonnay and just sitting there. People who make you want to picnic are a blessing: do not overlook them in these tired times."

You, me, picnic?

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Picnic. Yes.

When? Where? How?

There is ice & snow now. There will always be ice & snow. I don't know who we're kidding with this coming Spring talk.

I have a kite I want to fly. Amelia. That's the kite. I wonder if ice is what took down the Amelia she's named after.

I had to look up Beau Sia. This fact is evidence that I am not around poetry sufficiently much.

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have a kite too! I just flew one for the first time last year, after disparaging kite flyers for many years with a kernel of jealously in my heart. Now I'm hooked; it's in my trunk right now, in case of a kite emergency, I guess. What is Amelia? A bird, dragon? I wanted to buy a shark I saw, but they attached all this dorky stuff (more dorky than the actual kite shaped like a shark, that is) to the fins.

Picnic: I was thinking blanket, floor, basket full of goodies, and maybe a nature sounds CD. It's all about imagination, baby, especially March in Michigan.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

sounding better all the time.

Amelia is a simple, moron-could-fly-her bird-like pair of wings. I'd wanted a diamond-shaped face, white with bold colorful features that looked kinda French somehow, but we went with easy-to-fly. It was the day after my mother's memorial service; we went over to Ocean City and picked it out. Got the good string winder and LOTS of string, too.

Maybe it's a jaunt outdoors for kiting, all bundled up, then return to the floor with blanket, basket, etc? It's not a white, but I have a (relatively) expensive bottle of wine H & I bought, and nearly drank one night spontaneously, but then she suggested we save it for a special occasion. About time I had a special occasion.

How's your weekend looking? Saturday will be light snow & 31, they're saying, with 11-mph wind.

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

I can't Saturday, but Sunday is good. Even though the chance of snow is higher, it looks like a few degrees warmer, and I'm finding the idea of kites in light snow kind of enchanting right now, at least from my warm apartment. What can I say, you bring out my whimsies.
Breakfast at Tiffany's was on last night. At three a.m., and the chief reason I'm going for a half hour power nap right now.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

What, you're not going to CHURCH??? [smart-ass emoticon of some sort here]

Okay, Sunday it is. Picnic, rain or shine (or snow or sleet). At some reasonably lazy hour of the afternoon?

[fflo.livejournal.com]

forgot to say how grand it feels to know i bring out your whimsies

not sure how to articulate it, but there's a sense i've always gotten from you, despite our meeting in office circumstances, that's very decidedly not office-y. perhaps a similar thing.

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

Now see, that's just unfair. I've been able to skip since First sunday of the new year, so I'm set till Easter, which sucks. Don't know why I have to go on these "special occasion" holidays, it just highlights the fact of my absentia all the more.

Sunday, 1ish? I'm nothing if not reasonably lazy. I may bring some stovetop drink for us to warm up with first. Do you have Scrabble?

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

not office-y...that's an understatement. something about the office brings out all my inappropriation. I'm looking forward to seeing you, girl.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Okee-do. In the neighborhood of 1. I've got Scrabble some place in this house; might even be able to put my hands on it. Hot toddies! Winter drink picnic. Maybe I'll get the Kahlua & cream goin'. You like a toasted almond, by any chance? I feel a little drunk already.

It'll be a pleasure to help keep you out of the house of the Lo'd one more Day That God Made. You got your white gloves ready, though? He's almost risen, doggone it.

Okay I confess I used to like to go watch churches get out on Easter in Baltimore. The hats, especially. (Sometimes in the Spring I'd stop in an urban hair-and-hat [& "beauty" accoutrement] shop & try on some of the crazy options for kicks, secretly wishing I had a context in which to try to pull one off.) I even went down to the Inner Harbor one year on Easter night to see the teenagers come out in their new finery & promenade, such as they did. ("Mill about" might be a better term---local media used "mob," but they could be afraid of anything.) They didn't do the hats so much as the Ladies, but there were some dapper outfits, that's for sure. I liked to see the guys all decked out, too, as that was particularly unusual.

The church drive-by stalking felt a little worrysome in the aspect of my gawking outsiderliness that was "outside" racially, but the atheist outsiderliness seemed more prominent, or primary, and I had no qualms there. Mentally pointing with unspoken "Look at the church people!"---it almost makes you feel as if they're the freaks.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Meant to bop on here and say YEAH to that one. Chiacago, I assume, is somewhere near the Windy City? har har har

Guess it'd be cool to get there before you move, so I can check out the fellas' fancy flat.

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

"House of the Lo'd one more day that God made?" At some point you did a little more than just drive by, I see. But you've inspired me. I'm thinking I could use Easter as a rare chance to indulge my Breakfast at Tiffany's fashion fetishes. I couldn't risk falling asleep and crushing a new hat! And gloves too. Ooh, I'm palpitating. I'll take a picture if I manage to put something cute together.

You now, at one point I thought othering was the greatest sin of mankind. Now, it's like, what the hell can you do? If something is freaky to you, it just is. And there's nothing wrong with the childish urge to giggle when you see something weird. When we went to mardi gras, i found out about the phenomenon of crewes. These hard core thugged out young men have elaborate costumes, costing thousands of dollars, made up. Vegas has nothing on these boys. Feathers, headdresses, gold, and bare chests. It's like the mermaid festival down there! Thing is, they represent their projects and neighborhoods, and there was a lot of gang activity surrounding these parades. But me, I was just down to see all this hyper-masculinity shrouded in gala finery. And it was beautiful.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

I knew not of this activity. I guess they're, uh, secure in their masculinity, huh.