Tuesday, May 11, 2004

   Where's the Boat
Silly grin on my face, I was remembering something from Organic Chemistry in college (you know, when dinosaurs ruled the Earth-- it was Mamma's roommate who discovered fire! Oh, such an old Plant indeed). Organic chemistry is the chemistry of carbon based compounds, like sugars and stuff-- a subject quite easy to screw up. I was scheduled to study that in the summer, and I sweltered. We were packed in a large lecture hall, no air conditioning-- the professor held up a hexagon, a model of a benzene atom. He laid it flat, pulled one corner at 12 0 Clock pointed toward the ceiling, and pulled the opposing corner at 6 O' clock toward the floor. He holds up the model stating "This 3D model is called the chair". It did look like a little chaise lounge. Sweat rolling down his face, he placed the hexagon model on the table, and bent the 6 Oclock corner up toward the ceiling like the 12 O clock corner-- it looked like a bad origami sailboat. He held up the model and states " This 3D model is called the boat". For the next 20 min, we melted in the sticky summer heat as he held up the plastic hexagon, ,bending the corners up and down shouting "This is the boat""This is the chair".. over and over, asking the class did everyone see the boat and chair. When everyone finally groaned , he continued to another topic. Ten minutes later, a sleepy vioce from the back whined "Where's the boat--I don't think I saw that..." The professor quipped "You just missed it !" I got to hear that voice whine some of the most hilarious comments made for another year. I wonder where the person who belonged to that voice went. Funny how events so far and long past can leap and be relived as if one where in a time machine. But I am equally glad we don't remember smells, because that year in chemistry lab was the smelliest summer of my life.. and probably one of the funniest.

A question for everyone-- my little car (a very mundane red little Chevy sedan) needs a name! I have named all my cars-- my sister as a kid came up with the best ones. This poor car is 3 yrs old and nameless-- not else to say very dusty, and perpetually in need of a wash, its dusty in Californiaa. Give me your suggestions folks! (**blush** embarrassed myself by yelling!) Catch you all tomorrow on the far side of the dew!

As the sun is setting, the parrots fluff their feathers and settle to sleep. I send a giant hug to my friends-- Panda, I send you bright fushia bouganvilliea bushes, Last Guardian 85, I send you a sequoia tree for patience, Ozy J, I send you a pond full of baby ducks that have just learned to swim, Milkycat, I send to music to rock the stars, TAG, I send you an orange grove, ,like the one on the corner near to my job, Bali-kitty I send you a kazoo to make music and cut loose with fun, Thrush Battersea--I send you a music box with the music of the spheres, and Silver Falcon, I send you an eagle to ride the skies with . Love and Peace to all.. and biscotti and donuts.

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   Cricket Song
I only noticed last night, as summer is approaching , that I have not heard the crickets chirping. I remember that very clearly when I lived back East as the surest sign of summertime. Here in the canyon , deep azure and teal skies during evening, with a bright star ahead. As I drive home, somehow the star seems to race ahead of me, with the moon in tow. Sometimes, I pull into a parking lot so I can look up at the star, and watch very subtle changes in the hues of night skies. It's one time I find a comfortable sigh , and feel that somehow, the Earth is OK, and the world will be gently rocked to sleep-- hopefully sweet dreams. One day I'll learn the name of that star, because it seems to shine like a guardian angel.

Goodnight, starshine-- Ozy J- I wish you sweet but persistent hummingbirds, and Milkycat, I send you sweet laughter to brighten a day, Wolfy-- hear the music and keep dancing-- Balinese , I wish the warmth of friends, Panda-- I wish you a California sunset at full glory, Thrush and Silver Falcon, may you always have bright days. Friends are the rarest jewel the universe can ever forged. And I send love to all of them.
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