Last week I wrote being a peculiar newcomer. It’s been raining since I got here. It’s so odd to me. It’s warming up though. I decided to begin to shop for clothing that might be more comfortable in hot, humid weather.
I hit a local store. I felt overly conspicuous. I realized I was wearing clothes from out of town…from out of the area. I actually thought I would fit in marvelously in the exact clothing I was wearing so it threw me for a loop.
My next thought threw me for an even bigger loop. The clothes I had on certainly weren’t “Coloradan”. This is when I realized, I am probably no more weird here then I was there. The difference is, I’d been in Colorado awhile. As weird as I may be, I was part of the local landscape.
Realizing this, I was relieved but slightly disturbed. I thought I could fit in, remember?
I spoke with Ben tonight. Here’s an old and amazing story.
When I met, Ben in my early 20’s…one day we were driving down the main drag in Tucson, Arizona with his cello sticking out of the trunk in my little 1974 Toyota Celica. He spotted a woman on the sidewalk…”There she is,” he said, excitedly. We’d known each other about a week. “There’s the Blue Lady. I’d give anything to meet her.”
Looking ahead…well the woman walking on the sidewalk was my mother. “You want to me her?”
“I would love to meet her.”
“I’ll introduce you,” I said, stopped at a red light, with my mother several hundred yards ahead.
“You will? When?”
I put on my flashers. Seriously. “Get out of the car,” I said, stepping out from the driver’s side. “Mom! Hey, Mom, this is my friend, Ben. He wants to meet you…”
All these years later…
“I’m the Blue Lady, basically,” I explained to, Ben. “They’ll get used to me. I’m not going to hurt anyone. I’m polite, I pay my bills, I’m not going to sleep with your husband, or try to get your job or compete with you in any other way…”
So that’s that. Thursday, I have a hair appointment. I’ll have to explain I’d like them to do their best but if it comes out bad, it’s no big deal…which is exactly how I feel.
When the gal is done, I’ll say, thank you, no matter what I think of it. I’ll pay and I’ll leave and not cause trouble, the same way I’ve done all my life.
And I’ll wait for the day (that I will probably not notice), when I become part of the landscape.
Every town needs a weirdo, yanno? My grandfather was a weirdo, my mother was a weirdo and now I am a weirdo.
There are far worse things a person could be!
Oh..and my Jupiter is progressing to Aquarius, here pretty quick. Aspecting Uranus, exactly. So, please. This is going to happen. The future.
On that note…I just think this is funny. I was looking at my other site, Astrodispatch. It still has google ads on it.
I remember when people used to write and scold me / bitch me out because an ad they did not like appeared on the site. It would be a big rant about what an asshole I was and how they would never come to my site again (since they are *not* an asshole).
With that as my past…you can see how bright my future looks.