I'm house-sitting in an apartment that I once lived in for four and a half years.
it's very surreal.
Right now across the street they are hauling away huge signs that say "Lady" and "Baltimore" from the defunct "Lady Baltimore Cake Co."
When I lived here, it was "Carl's Pastry." It had been here for years and years, and I used to love the big pink neon sign.
When I found out it was closing, I was sad until I remembered that their pastries weren't very good.

Last night Deb and I went to part of the PuppetLOVE!, Festival of Radical Puppetry, to see Max's latest, and a few other puppeteers (Il Teatro Calimari from Portland, and Puppets and Pie, Oakland).
Max's piece ("the sand child," based on the novel) was beautiful and mezmerizing. and her musicians were awesome.
the other groups were great, too; very funny and clever and inspiring.
I'd forgotten how amazing it feels to laugh like that.
I'm in love with puppets (again), suddenly.
note to self: see something that makes you laugh out loud at least once a week.
have you ever seen a Charlie Chaplin movie in a theater? and heard hundreds of adults and children laughing from their bellies?
it's something of a healing experience. and so was last night for me.