Got the coffee jitters....
My Turkish friend, Ulak, arrived safe and sound. He fixed strong spicy coffee last night, poured it into my two Star Trek Federation of Planets coffee mugs, and we talked about the old days, the days I lived in So Cal and ran under the frayed wings of beach-bum seagulls most mornings.
Things are different now, I keep telling him. Things are more quiet, collected, I don't feel tense. I miss my old life, though, miss my friends, the water. But I needed to move away from the hassle, I couldn't survive in that energy any longer, I couldn't survive.
He doesn't understand. I'm not sure I do, either. I only know life is mysterious, long, short, upside-down, and we make the best of it we can. We all do.
So what are we doing today? The only thing two Trekkie kids, one displaced woo-woo Californian, and one international man of mystery can do in the Land of Enchantment. We're driving to Roswell and visiting the International UFO Museum!
Now. What kind of Avon products do you think aliens would use?
7:54:30 AM 
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