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I Took a Ginger Day.

March 26th, 2007 (04:17 am)

Left my House...with harsh words.

Tugged my helmet on hard....and rode Frances away.

I really didn't know where I was going.

I was just going AWAY.

...

I Rode down Town, and tried to return the OUTSIDERS dvd.
But it wasn't in my bag.

I sat lost, in the parking lot of Vulcan.
I didn't know where to go next.
It was 11 AM.

No bars were open.

*sigh*

The sky was grey, but it wouldn't rain.

I leaned on Frances and asked her, where I should go.

She told me to go home.

So I did.

Down Congress to 6th,
I took the left turn.

Each bump in the road, familiar.

Passed Lamar, passed................oh I went all the way to WEST LYNN.

Wanna see a little girl cry, wanna see a little girl break traffic laws???
I did. I did. All the way up....West Lynn.

The old Victorian with the solid PURPLE door?
The one I always wanted to knock on the door to meet the person who lived there???

GONE.

grass.

HOLE now.
no door. no color no door.

grass.

I had turned around in the street.
stopped.

Got off and stood.

No color
No door.

HOLE.

I began to weep.

I fired Frances up again..........
up the HILL we will GO!

We are going to look at HOME.

There was a kid.
With a stand.
I can't make this up.
I asked him what he was selling.
I so wanted to buy it..........

His brother
was coming
with lemonade.......
but he wasn't there yet.

I told him I would come back.
I didn't.

The laundramat was a restaurant......
The restaurant was something new.

They had celestial names.

I was blinking salt behind my sun glasses.

My heart was pounding.

I pulled into the lot at Palma.
24 Flats.

I parked my Frances.

I sat on the bench, on the sand
where once there was a pool.

And I wept and wept and wept.

I took the knife from my bag, the knife that made it through Austin
to Las Vegas.........on a plane.

I cut two branches of rosemary from the flourishing plant
in front of me in the sand.

And stuck them...
in my bag.

I pulled my knees up close and cried, and remembered my Friend.

And cried.

Maybe I would have sat there for hours.......
The sun was hidden and the clouds were deep.

But frankly, I had to pee.

Life isn't romantic.

I slapped my bag over my shoulder, and pulled my helmet tight,
we were going next door.

FRESH PLUS

But not them, the guys next door..........
Where the wine section was--twelve years ago.

Where a restaurant is now.

I parked my bike, and walked inside--new place old place..........
JOHN'S in the same spot.

Girl in baggy jeans and a hoody, waits--until a crisp white shirt walks out.

I have $15 in my bag.......but I can still be here.
This is not only Austin, THIS is my home.

I pee.
I make faces at myself in the mirror.
I splash water on my face...I have been crying.

I wash my hands.

I towel off my face.

I walk up to the pretty pretty bar with mirrors that reflect mirrors from behind.

I asked the crisp white shirted young girl behind the bar
what she would recommend in the way of a glass of red wine.

She recommended a glass of Cannonau Di Sardegna.

She handed me the list.
That glass was described thus: There is a girl with bobbed hair drinking from a
straw, a thin smoking man in the corner wearing sunglasses, and a large poodle;
all held together by a thin yet very strong accordian.


(yes, I stopped and wrote it down)

The glass was set before me, and I pushed a ten on the counter.

(it was a 7 dollar glass of wine)

I looked up into the mirrors and the tears came back.

My belly was so full of them.

I smelled my wine, and looked at the mirrors that reflected mirrors....
swallowed,
and let my tears slope down my face.

This place, this space, has been so many things to me.
Today, it was full of so many mirrors.

I was quiet.

A man walked up, and asked me if I was alright.
Put his hand on my shoulder.
I am just sad
I said,
I am okay.

He nodded and squeezed my shoulder, and left.



Taylor, the girl with the crisp shirt.
She turned 21, 3 weeks ago....
Of the three hovering waiters.....she was the one of them
who stepped forward.
She asked me......
How my wine was.

I looked up, and apologised...Sorry I'm a wreck, but you were right, THIS is lovely.

She smiled.

I started to snivvle, and tell.

SEE...I used to live here twelve years ago.
And my Soul-Mate lived with me.
And, And.......
he doesn't live anymore.

and...
and...

I don't know why I came here today.

*sigh*

I just..........I just wanted to see it all again, and it is so different now.

*head in hands*

and the girl in the crisp shirt, folded. Looked at me, and folded.

Her Best Friend.......

cancer.

She had just.......(she looked at one of the lurking waiters, who smiled a grim smile and
nodded) she had just the day before, taken her bicycle past the house they all had lived
in.....and seen that the plants, the flowers they had planted--were gone.

It was not the same.

not a lot more was said.

We just looked at each other.

And nodded.


My glass was empty, and I left, with many thanks.
I slid a five under my water glass......because that is what servers do.

I went back to the pool of sand and sat on the bench..........
and cried.

I cried for a long time.


Then I got up, and told Frances we had places to go.

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Comments

Posted by: stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf-herder (433)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 01:51 pm (UTC)

That sounds like a place I would like to go.

Posted by: Amethest (amethest)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 02:03 pm (UTC)

My family is plauged by a curse, the curse of the grapes.

The last three houses we have lived in, when we arrieved, we planted grapes.

It takes five years for a grape plant to mature and fruit, a year or two after our plants would start fruiting for us, we would move.

Then we would plant more grapes.

But whenever we would go back, to look at the houses we'd lived in, the grapes would be gone. The next people would always rip out the vines like weeds.

Who can hate grapes so much? And why are they always the next ones to live where we've been.

Every time, a season or two of grapes, and then we move on.

A family of stymied Jonny Grapeseeds...

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
Know This:
Doraemon

When my parents moved into the house they live in now,
in Waxahachie Texas.....

There were grape vines in the back yard.
Slim ones, iffy at best, but a trellis set up...and hope.

They wanted them to thrive, they wanted them to grow!
My family simply did not know how to help them.

The grape vines died.
My family was sad.

The trellis is still in the back yard, behind a peach tree
that flowers but never grows fruit.

Imagine, if you will...please?
For your heart and your whole--because stories sustain me...

They tried.

But those grapes needed YOUR family.
They weren't the same without you.

I know about moving.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 09:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Know This:
Cup & Lip

And past that babble........

I fucking LOVED that story.

You are wonderful.

Posted by: Pumping Iron Hearts (woundedmarigold)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 11:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Know This:
emo

I like it too.

Posted by: Amethest (amethest)
Posted at: March 27th, 2007 10:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Know This:

I think it may just be easier to grow grapes in Vancouver, BC, where it rains 90% of the time.

We just planted them, kept them watered in summer, and waited. Vola, grapes!

But when we left, the grape vines were fully flurishing along a 40ft long fence. You'd have had to have killed them by choice. They weren't iffy.

I don't think our family is ever going to move so far South though, sorry.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: March 29th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
Re: Know This:
Dog

Damn.

Okay, okay your people killed them by choice.
*sigh*
Bastards.

I was just trying to make you feel better.
^_^
The grapes in Waxahachie never ever had a fighting chance.

*laughing*

I adore you....


*hugs you tight*

Posted by: Amethest (amethest)
Posted at: March 29th, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
Re: Know This:

*hugs back*

I adore you too, funny pickled ginger lady!

Posted by: keishiko (keishiko)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 02:04 pm (UTC)

*folds as well*

Posted by: Coffee Shop Whore (skidspoppe)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 02:58 pm (UTC)

Yesterday, all day, I had this nagging feeling to call you and I never quite found the time to do it.

I guess I knew you wouldn't have been there.

But I'm thinking about you and sending all my good your way.

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 05:21 pm (UTC)

*hug*

Posted by: Frank (heidinabucket)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 08:29 pm (UTC)

Here baby.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 09:05 pm (UTC)
Look Out

You always are...
and I love you.

Posted by: Pumping Iron Hearts (woundedmarigold)
Posted at: March 26th, 2007 11:12 pm (UTC)
emo

I want to cry with you.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: March 27th, 2007 03:26 am (UTC)
Look Out

We will have our day.

I know this.

I look forward to it.

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