Thursday, October 13, 2005
Tuesday night I went to see Joshua Bell, the famous violinist, at a local school. S's friend only got him one ticket, and he refused to go without me, so she skipped 300 people on the waiting list to get me in. Me! Wow did I feel important. Anyway, the talk was long, the playing was liquid and luminous, but the thing that I keep thinking about happened just a moment before everything started.
I asked a friendly older lady where the bathrooms were, and when I got there, I was confronted with a choice: Girls or Womens. Grow up, I told myself and reached for the Women's door. Locked! Now another lady was behind me, and we went to the Girls. "Tee hee," she giggled, "I guess we can be girls for tonight!"
Lucky for me I didn't have too much time to think about it then, but ever since I've been pondering the MEANING behind that short moment in the school hallway.
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I asked a friendly older lady where the bathrooms were, and when I got there, I was confronted with a choice: Girls or Womens. Grow up, I told myself and reached for the Women's door. Locked! Now another lady was behind me, and we went to the Girls. "Tee hee," she giggled, "I guess we can be girls for tonight!"
Lucky for me I didn't have too much time to think about it then, but ever since I've been pondering the MEANING behind that short moment in the school hallway.
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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Breakfast is cooked for me every morning, starting with fresh carrot beet ginger juice, through eggs and toast, and finishing with dark european chocolate. Almost every night my back is rubbed before I fall asleep. I don't think I've touched a door in a month. Groceries appear in the fridge, and while I shower I'm serenaded by a cello being played. And I take loooong showers. Am I living out the fairytale Beauty and the Beast? Maybe... except there is no beast, but a handsome and sweet prince.
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