Just like the "Watchtower" (Jehovah's Witness um.. brochure delivered to work by a nice ol' lady) told me days ago.. for some, work is a dark tunnel that connects the weekends. It's so true. Work continues to be the darkest part of my life. This weekend has been bright and glowing, though. I'm hoping some of the light will keep me from stumbling too much in the dark next week. I have to try to store it in a little bottle I can keep with me....like it's full of blinking lightning bugs.

Last night I met Mom for coffee late and we sat on the curb outside sharing the best conversation. It was cleansing and soothing, though the mosquitoes dined on my sweet blood.

Today I went to the City Market. I had intended to find another there but that did not happen and thus I wandered alone. I kept smiling because it was so damn fun and it was the perfect place for me today. I've been wanting to go since the first hint of warmth months ago. I did my best to put my eyes on everything there. I tasted some wilted herbs, exchanged banter with the adorable Indian man selling spices in bulk. He insisted I get the full scoop of cardamon when I know full well I'll never use it all. My intent is to infuse some raw sugar with the flavor for tea and cookies and such. It won't take much. Gramasala, cumin, bay leaves and rosemary all nestled down together in my warm bag. Incense, a bag of limes. It was in the 90's while I was there. The sun helped me to earn a cold drink. I stopped at the smoothie stand and asked which was the best. I considered the bubble tea but I've never had it so I opted for a smoothie today. He suggested strawberry or mango. Mango it would be. It was delicious. I cannot even tell you. I was so hot and so content. The first slurp through the oversized straw was like tasting sweet fruit for the first time in your life. God, I had so much fun at the market. I'm going again next weekend. This time I'm bringing my mom. She'll love it just as much as I did. I also learned today that I live approximately 5 minutes from the City Market.

I returned home to Husband. He was busy being really fucking cute and stuff. We lounged about the house for awhile together. The Kirby salesgirls came by. Our front door has a window on it and people that come to the door tend to just stare right in. I'm going to have to cover it with some tasteful colored paper or something. I don't want to block the light, just the view from people looking in. We were nestled in on the couch together and before either of us knew what was happening the screen door was open and the Kirby girl was looking in. She didn't knock or anything..just stood there willing us to open the door. The spoke of the heat, the "only 3 more" and the free car vac which makes an awesome Christmas present. Yes, no thanks, lovies.

It was during our nothingness time that we both realized the house was getting noticeably hotter. The thermostat was registering between 85 and 90 with the a/c running. I stood with my face in the vent declaring the air to be hardly cool at all. I nearly panicked as a) I don't feel like calling/having over/etc our landlord, though he is a nice guy and b) oh my god how will we sleep with the house a zillion and a half degrees?! We decided to get out of the house and hoped it would be cooler upon our arrival home. We headed to the casino where we managed to eat our weight in food and gamble away our life savings. It was wicked cool fun! There was even a country western band that mingled with the classy slot machine crowd after their set. Really, we enjoyed ourselves immensely.

Tomorrow holds in store much cleaning and rejoicing and a bit of time with Husband's mom. If we can crawl our way through the upcoming tunnel we'll have 3 days of light. Full Blast.

Afternoon: After Noon

I can feel it. I'm slipping into one of those moods again. Husband feels it too and tries to thwart the onset with a mighty "NOooo!" Brilliant.

Things I've accomplished today include : sleeping in, eating breakfast, playing a game. period. PERIOD. There's nothing else I could hope to even sneak onto that list. Oh, I have started the laundry and there's a load of towels both large and small hanging on the line. They were heavy and the low breeze only served to sway the entire load back and forth in unison.

Yesterday the wedding. Catholic. up and down. They were taken away on a trolley. ding ding ding. At the reception, certain members of my family attempted to make asses of themselves and succeeded for the most part. So mean to one another when discussing simple things like the time. Numerous varieties of Italian cookies homemade by family of the bride. Me, we sat on the groom's side. It was perhaps the most extravagant wedding I've ever attended, held on Broadway at the Redemptorist Church. You know, that huge stone one. Lovely. The wedding, not my style. You already know of our inherent simplicity.

My job is horrible. I won't speak details..though I wouldn't mind getting fired really. My aunt says to me at the wedding of her son. "Are you still working?" accompanied by a look that would imply I'm somehow making an effort at breaking my stretch of unemployment that has left my numerous babies squaling for milk in their malnourished bodies. I think with this recurring nightmare that has become employment, perhaps I am to blame. I'm never satisfied and every job I've had in the past year and I'm embarassed to say it has been many, has done it's best to drain all semblance of life force from me. All of you can just shake your heads at me in disgust. I simply cannot drone on and on in a job that makes me so deeply unhappy. At my current job, the one I've only been at for around 2 months, the employers are perhaps the meanest people I've ever met. They treat one another and their employeees so nasty. I don't understand it. My mom and I have started to toss around the idea of starting our own business. I shouldn't mention it because I'll jinx something delicate before it's even begun. I still feel as though I need a counselor to guide me. Here, _____, tell me about you..tell me the things that you love. And then the counselor would give me a devious, knowing smile and say he/she knows the perfect place for me. I'll breathe a sigh of relief and nestle into that niche that is so me. On paper I don't look qualified and I have shot myself in the face with my past year's job history. Oh, you foolish girl. Tighten your belt and get to work like the others. Sure, it's not great, but it pays ok so just deal with it. Just deal with it. Geez. Just deal with it.

Today I asked husband if we could move to another state.

He says, "I'm not pickin' out all the toffee ones!"
I say, "What's that one in your hand?"
He says, "Well, it's a toffee one but that doesn't really mean anything."

She would surely slap me if she knew.

Babuschka?

Just trying to catch up a little inside and out.

dead cat
Originally uploaded by pomegranate pretty.

This is one of my absolute favorite pictures from Bucharest. God, there are just so many stories I'd like to tell but it seems my good intentions always fall flat here. There are a few more pictures up at Flickr. I'm going to upgrade my account and get things in order. Mama deserves it.

Today: Graduation party for a friend. Tasty food. Gift buying for next Saturday. It's a busy day of birthdays, a baby shower and a wedding. Many more events and I'll not be able to afford friends. What? I don't mean that as it sounds.

Tomorrow: Powell Gardens. Laugh now, bitches. It'll be lovely. Hot and steamy but lovely. Does it turn you on a little?

This photo: The night we ate dinner at Birebista. The restaurant was full of wood and furs on the floor. There were huge windows as tall as me swung open to greet the open air outdoors. Wild dogs roam the streets in Romania and a pack of them growled and barked at one another midway through our bread and wine. I loved our meals there. Each one usually started with a basket of fresh bread. There would be a plate of butter or light goat cheese and wine. Oh, the wine. This particular night we had a bottle from 1986 and it was absolutely lovely. I'm no 'Sideways' professional on wine but this truly was so nice. Generally after every meal, even if we'd taken a taxi there we would walk home. God, so good. Bellies full in that just right manner we'd walk in the night air. It was so charming I cannot even find words for it as they'd seem so horribly cliche. This night I found several things to photograph on the way home. The others usually refused to stop as I lagged behind taking pictures. The stench from this picture was so strong. It sums up more than you know.

Oh, beautiful. I hope you are well.

I'm home..

At the market.
Originally uploaded by pomegranate pretty.

And so it was that your favorite pomegranate stumbled across some of her own kind at the market in Bucharest.