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A Thousand Cranes

June 19th, 2006 (02:40 am)

I had a MAGNIFICENT hair day.
Customers and co-workers alike commented on how shiny it was, and how perfect
the swing of the bob. Points at cheeks, even in the heat.
Where, oh WHERE, did I get my hair cut?

*sweaty little old waitress grins and grins*

How funny.
Just this weekend I was told, by the Boy, that he liked my Pixie-do.
"The picture with you
in the glasses..."


Somewhere out there elitistbill is laughing. He knows. He knows.......

You see, every man I have been involved with for any amount of time
save my first love--and best friend of 20 years...
has wanted me to grow my hair out. They wanted it long. And I complied.
Resenting it quietly over time--until I coupled that resentment with others
and
became loud.


After every break up....Ginger cuts it all OFF.
And breathes a sigh of relief.
FREE and herself again.
Empowered.

Then the bob evolves, I grow it to a point, and then cut it, the cycle repeats even if there
is no instigation. It's getting long now. Too long. I was just about to cut it.

I chattered about needing a hair cut the other day, when the Boy said: I like it short. I like
the Pixie. With the points at your cheek, like in your LJ picture?


I leaned over laughing, grabbed his head and pressed his mouth to mine, fiercely.
He had no idea why.

I told him I loved him, and that he was the perfect Boy for me.
That was enough, he didn't ask why, didn't ask for the story.

I told him later.
*laughing*
Of course...because I HAVE to tell the story...

He still amazes me, every day.
I am still surprised, by the joy.

So much talk about HAIR?!!
Oh, if you knew me well....

*laughs and laughs*


(I just heard skidspoppe go *hee*)


There were other things I was going to talk about tonight, the short shift I was cut early
from--the trip Down Town that I took and walked the "dogs leg" with only a beer at
Casino's though I did the whole round...fights on the street, odd and violent
energy....

Father's day? Is that what it was??? I did the rounds: Casino's, Beerland, Sidebar, and
finally Lovejoys where my Thelonious was parked. I walked through, and left. Only a
beer in my belly from Lisa. Every corner, the alley--fights. Testosterone flailing.
Too many men thinking about their Fathers?

I came home.
I should have come home at 11PM when I was cut. But I wanted company. I wanted
more than the blinky box and my catching up to do...

I mingled with my Familia, but passed and passed and passed on sitting and
talking with them. I needed to go home.

I stopped and bought cigarettes and 2 dollars in gas at the 7-11 on South Lamar.
Good for another week, and...a few days. I won't see the Boy again until Thursday.
Our shifts are not jiving these days. I long for THE HOUSE....
I smoke more when I am with him, this pack will last until then.

Oh--it's okay, I live more when I am with him too.
And THE HOUSE... I can come home and crawl in.
He wakes early, I crash late.

He's 8-5 AM Mon-Fri, I'm 5 or 6 PM until 3 AM most week nights.
I can come home and write until I am tired, then make him breakfast and pack a lunch
for him before he heads out to the "computer machine factory" as he calls it.

That sounds fun to me. I crave to care for him, as he does me.

*Laughs and Grins*

I climbed the stairs slowly tonight to the 3rd story of Fountainhead.
I looked at EVERYTHING around me.
I tried to imagine not living here...
It was hard.

Everything worth Anything...costs SOMETHING.

I'll Pay. I'll even tip.
It is hard to imagine....
But I've never known anyone, like him.


His Mother, his amazing Mother....
she sent me something.
A present.

It makes me ache. It made me shiver.
I knew she GOT me.
She understood.

I explained the story to Him, with eyes wide to hold back tears...
of A THOUSAND CRANES.

In Japanese mythology...it pleases the gods
if you fold a thousand origami cranes.

If you do this, you are granted a wish.

His Mother sent me two tea cups.
Two cups that were made in Korea, but had a Japanese theme
and an infused Western design.

The box they came in was decorated with Kanji and Hangul.



You cannot see the Ox-Blood depth of the red, or the articulated faces and legs
of the cranes...in this picture. Or the insert of a ceramic tea-basket that sits under
the lid. The lid, the handle, the construction of this PIECE!

It pulls together so many things that have not been, together.

She asked him: Does she take tea?
He said: Yes, yes she does.

The base and the handle are the gorgeous traditional pale 'turquoise' Korean
"cracked" glaze.

These two cups are beautiful for a thousand reasons.

She didn't buy them for me.
She bought them two years ago...There.

But she gave them to me.
And they felt like mine, the moment I held them.

A Thousand Cranes.

If you fold a thousand cranes......
Benjamin asked me if I knew how.
I said I had folded them, but did not have it to memory.
Other origami, yes, but not the Crane.

Every time I sat with my friends, I was told over and over
they had to be perfect...when I was a child there.

Every line of the perfectly square page.
Had to aline with every fold.

It was important.

Very important.

I will wrap my tea cup back up now, having unwrapped it to show it to you...
Put it back in the red paper and the bubble wrap and the lovely box with Kanji
and Hangul.

There is another home waiting for me, where I will take tea.

Perhaps a thousand cranes will be folded before I get there.
Benjamin says he can do 30 a day.

*laughing and happy*

He still hasn't learned to fold ONE.

But after a thousand...you get your wish.

You get your Wish.

I'll start folding too.

Maggie won't make me sneeze, or break out in welts.
Kadiddy will wander freely through my Universe without causing respiratory distress.

It's a simple wish, the rest have been granted.

Comments

Posted by: barry_barry (barry_barry)
Posted at: June 19th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)
lovers leap

His family even gets you. I'm glad you're finally happy. I am.

That's a nice story.

Posted by: Zutroy (zutroy)
Posted at: June 20th, 2006 10:39 am (UTC)

If you check your comments, I'm pretty sure I've told you how much cuter you are with short hair.

I know I've done so in person.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 20th, 2006 11:05 am (UTC)
Bear

TIME has an i slash i around it....
I was thinking of you when I wrote it that way.

You are not...
one of those boys, Zoot.

We never had TIME.

not ever.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 20th, 2006 11:12 am (UTC)
Cup & Lip

sounds so course when I read it back...

You must know what I mean.

You must.

Posted by: Zutroy (zutroy)
Posted at: June 20th, 2006 08:17 pm (UTC)
But of course I do!

We got to be Friends (with the occassional Benefits) and I think that's the best way we could mesh. Even if things had gone differently, I still wouldn't have wanted you to grow your hair out...you'd look far too girly for the Ginger I know!

*grins*

And you know what I mean when I say that perhaps it is best for all concerned that we didn't have the TIME. You seem ever so happy with your Boy, and the clock is slowly ticking down to when I can finally be blissfully happy with my Girl.

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: June 20th, 2006 04:38 pm (UTC)

you should have a thousand cranes at your wedding. :)

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 20th, 2006 10:29 pm (UTC)
OH GOD NO!!!
Stuart

gingers DO NOT get married.

and ben has had plenty of weddings for one lifetime.

*SHUDDER*

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: June 21st, 2006 12:06 am (UTC)
Re: OH GOD NO!!!

hahaha

but i was gonna buy you a toaster!

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