This is my 2005 crossroads. I'm here. At the computer. And I'm trying to tell you the rest of that blasted Turkish Coffee Party story, mostly because it's funny and weird and so damn crazy Turkish it still cracks me up when I think about it. But I can't! No good reason why not. It's not the two weeks of sleep deprivation, or the strange empty space in my office where my birth daughter slept this Christmas, or the chicken pox molecules floating through the house, or all that leftover lasagna and fudge I scarfed down this afternoon. It's just me. Me. I'm a thirty-nine-year-old Avon Lady with five kids and the world's worstly organized Avon business and no idea what to do with my life. But here's the cool part: I don't care! There's something exciting about nothing to do and no one to do it with and a pile of bills and a draino business and the wacky knack of laughing at it all.
I tell ya, if I didn't have those mounds of red dot children, I would sell everything I own (which ain't much) and buy a blue barnacled sailboat and travel the Baja world. If I had a few free decades, I'd do nothing else but write and read and eat mangos and tacos and teach my parrot Spanish.
Tired mother with gray parrot
seeks sailboat
and mango
and taco
for thirty year journey
along slow Baja water
Geeze, it's been nearly a month since that crazy Turkish party! What with all the relatives and baking and chicken pox between here and there, I'm surprised I remember any of the event. I need to post a pic of me, Ulak, and The Dress (which plays a central part in the event, snort!), all together at the party. Here you go, for your amusement, so that you may be prepared for the whole sorry mess to come. You may want to take motion sickness medication before viewing this photograph:
