“It’s the longest Sunday,” June observed, after Deb commented on my whipping out the camera to record the spread at Lee and Ralph’s last night: “You’re still on vacation!”
Once again I had no idea how the day would unfold. Lee had offered that I could stay in Long Beach for a few days upon my return and I looked forward to a day or so of rest and adjustment from jetlag. Ambiguity was immediately introduced, however, as other company had arrived. I was chauffered to June’s instead.
I hardly hesitated to make myself at home – how could I, when she’d already drawn a bath in the jacuzzi for me?!!! I slept deep and well, waking up early yesterday to begin in earnest the task of being back. I commandeered the dining room table for a few hours of work, then meandered through the day. Before leaving the house, I met June’s turtles (among the rest of the menagerie, which includes a cat named Bob). Lee collected me and I resumed mediterranean mode, tagging along wherever, whenever: a tagsale (or was it a yardsale?), a jaunt on the boardwalk (15 minute massage for $10!), a visit to Deborah and Steven’s which turned into lunch with Raki.
Next up? Shopping. Oooo, my favorite! (not) I was aimless for awhile. After a few hours though (!), what could one do but join in the spirit? “That was a frivolous day,” said Lee, when we finally pulled out of the TJ Maxx parking lot, dispelling my perception that she lives this way all the time. 😉
I have already learned many things this day: about hosting, giving gifts, taking care to be sure no one feels the least bit extraneous. I adjusted to shifts in conversation – from intensive, animated political discussion with Deb to general care and concern for issues and persons in each other’s lives. In the past these would have caused me some angst but today was merely the way of the flow. All this was, it seems in retrospect, prelude to the deep and sweet stuff to come.
When I entered Deb’s living room I felt almost assaulted by the large canvas leaned up against one wall. My reaction was gut, visceral; I had no words. As we drove away at the end of the evening, June told me about teasing Deborah about “a lot of red” and asking, “Where’s the crime scene?”
Yes, my first reaction was to the implicit violence. I wondered about the insides of this woman: what sources inspire such production?
I almost cried in her studio, standing on the toilet (!), taking in the full visual presence of #40 after her description of its material, theoretical, and spiritual elements. I showed her my tattoo. “That’s a lot like my work!” she exclaimed. 🙂 Yes, our canvasses differ, but the stuff of our work – genetics (dialectics) and dialogue (creation) run parallel.
From there we went to dinner, eventually dubbed my welcome home party. (I only grinned from ear-to-ear for most – not all – of the evening.) 😉 Lee brought out Sam’s last bottle of wine. June finally found us and we toasted the spirit of Sam, the day, new and old friends, good food, and memories.
Ralph manipulated the musical environment masterfully as we chomped and chatted our way through several courses, including a dessert to die for – the best canoli and chocolate-covered blueberries!
Can you believe all that was followed by tiramisu? Stop already! (No, don’t!) 😉 Not long thereafter I hit the wall. Deb and June noticed immediately – poof, within ten minutes we were on the road.
Chance moves on.
Goodbye for now.