The horrible events in Manchester leave me numb. I don’t have the words to express my hurt and anger. It is beyond comprehension to think someone would attack children. Its unthinkable. I know that the parents and friends will forever be looking for answers that will never be found. I don’t have any words of wisdom or help. I have nothing I can give other then my prayers and my shoulder. I am so much at a loss. The only thing that comes to mind is this quote from Robert Frost. I know they are not helpful but they are true.
Be kind, for everyone you met is fighting a hard battle. – Plato
I love this quote. It reminds me that everyone is living their own separate lives, with unique experiences. What may set me off might be easy to another person. We are all individuals and react or act in conjuncture with our experiences. A person might see a flower and see a weed while another person sees the color, vibrant in its own way. It is something to always keep in mind when you meet a stranger and they are mean and rude. Do not retaliate but instead be kind. You don’t know if they just got fired or their partner left or just not having a good day. If we all can be kind perhaps someone will help you through a rough moment in your life. Be strong when someone is weak and you will, in turn, be strengthened. It is the kindest thing we can do.
So last Tuesday, my Roomie and I went to La Boheme. This is the opera of operas or at least that is what I thought. Beyond Phantom of the Opera what other opera can most non-opera people list. La Boheme. I really didn’t know much about the story line. The little bit of research I did said it was a love story of a group Bohemian people. Regardless of lack of information I was very excited. We left home and started the forever long drive to the big city. We stopped at our favorite thrift store and Shopko, taking our time heading to our hotel. I found our hotel on Hotels.com and was very excited to stay there. If you have never been to downtown St. Paul, MN (or even if you have) I recommend staying at Hotel 340. This is the old St. Paul Athletic Club. It is an amazing building with a lot history. Being from an era long past it was like stepping into the past. The ceiling, many stories above the lobby, had hand crafted detail and there was a fireplace so large you could walk into it. Just gorgeous. The hardwood floor looked original and there was random cabinets with beautifully carved detail. Our room was a tad small but we didn’t spend much time in it so that was ok. As soon as we unpacked we wandered around the area by the hotel.
We had dinner reservations a Pazzaluna Urban Italian Restaurant. It was a grand restaurant and quite loud. We were looking forward to having some very yummy food and a glass or two of wine. Our appetizer of Tomato Basil Bruschetta was divine. The mozzarella puffs on top were like heaven in your mouth. Roomie had Spinach and Ricotta Ravioli that looked like a deep dish of goodness. The ricotta made the ravioli creamy and the spinach gave it the perfect zing. I had Three Meat Cannelloni that was almost too good to eat. But I did anyways. The meat was beautifully spiced. The white and red sauces, mixed together, complemented each other perfectly. The only complaint I had was there was too much cheese! I know I am going to hell just for saying that. You can never have too much cheese but it detracted from the meal. We complemented our meals with a glass of white wine. Over all fabulous.
From the restaurant it was just a few minutes’ walk to the Opera House. I was a little self-conscience walking around in an evening dress but soon we caught up with the Opera going crowd and fit right in. We were seated on the Balcony with a great view of the orchestra pit and nearly center stage. The story opens with 4 gentleman in a rundown apartment. They are very poor and in the dead of winter they all were freezing. The poet volunteers to burn one of his stories. “Quiet, my play is beginning…/…to the fire. I find it really sparkling!” The entire story is amusing with little lines like that. However, as a story it was somewhat light. Not a lot of depth. I will say these young men (and women) were fantastic. I imagine to sing opera in a foreign language and act at the same time takes a lot of talent. It was a wonderful experience.
The next day, on the way home, we stopped and shopped and spent way too much money. It was nice to have access to things we don’t in the Frozen North. We also found a new second hand book store that we spent way to much time browsing. This is a great way to spend the weekend. Now back to the grindstone. However, I leave in a week to Orlando and spend some time with my mom and sister. So much to do, so little time.
I have been meaning to post other than my normal posts. Time keeps getting away from me. At home I have been reading… a lot and work has been moving fairly quickly. I have been thinking about a recent “boy encounter” I had not too long ago.
This gentleman and I went for a walk (he invited himself) in the moonlight. As soon as we were moving his arm was around me. I was ok with that but not overly thrilled. I just met this person and had no notions of being intimate. And I am not a fan of being touched by people that I’m not very close with. He also was kind of handsy. And his arm didn’t stay still. I felt close to being groped. As we continued on, the conversation was very uninspired. I could tell he wasn’t really paying attention. As we made it to a bend in the side walk and in between the street lamps he pulled me aside and kissed me.
I was completely surprised. It hadn’t crossed my mind that I would end up kissing this guy. It guess that goes to show how disconnected my thought process is. I have given up being promiscuous. That’s for college. Now somewhat older and a little wiser I am looking for more than just a roll in the hay. I want so much more than that. Well so this guy and I make out for a couple of minutes and then says to me, “So…whatcha gonna do for me?” Now I haven’t been out of the game that long that I don’t know what he is asking. The dumbfounded look on my face might show otherwise as he quickly reassures me that “I’ll get you back.” I am almost in such a state that I could not respond. But I do and say that I don’t sleep with guys I just met. He scoffs. Actually scoffs and says of course I do. All girls do. How he was still standing after that statement shows how much I have grown… in self-control. Instead of knocking his teeth in I said good night and walked away. A short time later I receive an text saying, “You are weird.”
Ok, I am weird cause I don’t want to jump in bed with a stranger. I am weird because I am not a child and sleep around. I am weird because I want to be in a relationship that is more than just screwing. I am happy with weird. This is why people get divorced. They spend their “happy time” in bed and when that slows down can’t stand the person they are with. If I am going to spend my life with someone most of it will be outside the bedroom. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy the romp as the next person but I want so much more. I want a partner, a companion, a friend, a lover, etc. Its the way a relationship really should be.
Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
In celebration of Mother’s day I am reminded of the bible verse, “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6. Mothers, Fathers, and anyone who has raised a child take hope that they will return to your teachings. I know that in my own life I return to the lessons of my parents often. Teach them to be strong, kind, fierce, humble, and above all to be loving. It is never easy to raise a child. I know I was a hell spawn but I have returned to the way my parents would be proud of. Parents be gentle as your child learn their life lessons. It is not easy growing up no matter what age you are. And as you teach them be open to the teachings they will provide you.
Ok so this is a weird idea but I am on cold medicine so it seems really awesome. There is a word that defines the attraction we have to the intelligence of others. Sapiosexual. Isn’t that just fantastic?! I am often amazed by a person’s mind. It is very attractive, at least to me. However, if there is a word for it that must mean more people feel that way. So I challenge you to be more Sapiosexual. Look with your ears and not just your eyes. Fall in love with someone because they challenge your thought process or beliefs. Don’t hate, just because you feel inferior, learn and grown instead. What a wonderful world we would become?
Wow, so busy this month but I am still chipping away. These are a great selection of books.
Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami All I can say is this is a weird book. For the first half you have three different stories running together. There is a lot of crazy things happening. There is a little more discussion about bodily functions and parts than I care to read. But over all it was a unique read.
Double Cross by James Patterson This is a typical murder/cop books. One of the many Patterson puts out a year. The characters are well developed and the storyline is easy to follow. No frills or extra twists. I imagine it is hard to be extra creative when you produce multiple books in a year.
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Robert Heinlein Another classic Sci-fi. This one is computer/AI related. Really enjoying the tone of the story. Makes you wonder how smart computers can be.
Once Gone by Black Pierce