Ya know what happened to me yesterday right after I posted my blog about how I had a total breakdown when I realized that my Powerpuff Girls CD case was stolen from my car?
I found my Powerpuff Girls CD case. I also found the Kerouac. They were hidden underneath a towel in the back seat of my car. Ya know what? I’m glad I hid them. Sure, I was upset for a day, but in the long run…wow, man. Such a relief.
The iPod, however, has probably been sold for crack money by now. Oh well. The thing was starting to act up, anyway.
I spent most of yesterday bumming around the mountains. Those mountain towns have always had profoundly calming effects on me. During my last year in Santa Cruz I would sometimes drive all the way to Ben Lomond just to buy almond milk and kombucha. Their stuff wasn’t any better than what I could get downtown, but the surroundings…wow.
I went into a little ukulele store on Highway 9 near White Raven and Don Quixote’s. I’d never seen the place before — I guess they’ve only been open a little over a year. I was already missing my cute like ukulele, but when I walked into the store I felt 100x’s worse. I could have asked the guy behind the counter for a quick lesson, or asked him for some tips on quick and easy tuning. ::Sigh:: Instead, I just basked in the glory of all the cute little ukes on the wall.
I took a lot of pictures of Felton, then drove a little further inland to get some pretty shots of Ben Lomond and Boulder Creek as well. Boulder Creek definitely looked the most beautiful, and I had an absolute blast wandering up and down “the strip” taking pictures of the old timey-lookin’ buildings. I felt 100% at peace. I don’t know if I could ever live in the Santa Cruz mountains full time, but if I’m ever filthy rich and can afford to have multiple homes, I will definitely have a getaway pad somewhere over there. I’ll decorate it with Jackalopes. And Ukelopes…
Call me crazy, but I think the ukulele guy is having a laugh at this fellow Felton resident’s expense. I’m not choosing sides — they both enrich my life.
After my wilderness adventures I headed back to the city of Santa Cruz, during which time Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty made their way to New Orleans to visit Old Bull Lee. All the talk of saloons and sex and Benzedrine made me realize how much I wanted a shower, so I stopped at a house where a few friends of mine live to ask if I could use their shower. Luckily my friend Dan was there to let me in, so I was able to clean up and relax a little bit before heading back downtown for a last-minute “Happy Birthday” drink with a friend. After I was all clean I put on Dan’s VHS copy of Annie Hall and got comfortable. I teared up a few times, especially when Annie and Alvy got back together after he killed the spider in her apartment. When I finally got up to leave, Dan turned to me and gave me a speech about living life to the fullest. I almost broke down and sobbed. I didn’t, though, and I was able to get to the bar on time with my mascara in tact.
I had a Shirley Temple to toast my friend’s birthday, and then I was on my way to Watsonville to stay with my dearest, most darling friend Danielle. I stayed up late screwing around on the internet and feeling ever so happy that I was in my dearest, most darling friend Danielle’s house.
Today we went to Monterey. Danielle had an appointment there, so she pointed me in the direction of a pretty park near a lake where I could hang out and take pictures while I waited for her. I crossed the white bridge over the lake and found myself in a cemetery, where I ended up taking pictures of strangers’s graves and crying over all the headstones that said things like,
January 30, 1946
I was most overwhelmed by the baby that lived for two days. So overwhelmed, in fact, that I had to sit down and scribble a few notes. While I was doing that, I saw a woman praying underneath a nearby tree. When she finished praying she made the sign of the cross, then she knelt down and set something on a grave. When she left, I tried to figure out which grave she was praying at. I narrowed it down to two possibilities.
After an hour I made my way back to Danielle’s car. I threw my stuff inside and we sped off to Fisherman’s Wharf for lunch. When I went to grab my coat, I saw that I had forgotten my purse.
I forgot my purse in the cemetery.
We drove back, and my purse was on the bench right where I set it when I sat down to scribble and watch that woman pray.