Krispy's Phantasmagoria

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This picture was hanging up in my treatment room when I went to the
doctor for a follow-up on my wrist. Look closely between Michael
Jordan's legs...

Tonight I cancelled my plans. For some reason, what I had planned with
friends didn't sound nearly appealing as staying in. I've spent a good
part of the evening reading through old journals. I was a meticulous
journal-keeper in my early 20's. I suppose I was still in the habit
from my mission, where daily journaling gets ingrained as part of the
daily routine.

I have no idea who this is about or what inspired it. In fact, I have
no recollection of writing it. But scrawled on the back of a church
program from a ward I attended twice in early 2004 (I think, possibly
earlier) that was tucked into a spiral notebook is this little gem.
Apparently, I used to be a writer.

"It's the key to..." he paused, thinking, or maybe just deliberately
adding to the suspense, maybe hesitating.

"To my heart," I thought, waiting in suspense to hear his guess.

"...your heart." He smiled.

I smiled back, trying to think of a response that didn't say 'yes' but
didn't say 'no' either.

"Close," I said. His eyes were smiling.

We both felt it, but it was too much just then. Quickly, he said,
"your liver!" It made me laugh. Then he laughed, too.

Whew...safe.

Today I spent some time with my cousin's 3-month-old, Andrew. His
family all went to Lake Powell and left him with my mom. I know if
everyone went to Lake Powell and left *me* with my mom, I'd be pretty
pissed. But he's really good natured and only seemed to be bothered
when he was hungry or when I pinched him, not at all by being
abandoned by his family.

So we went for a walk to the park and saw a hot guy in a black car on
the way back. But I don't think Andrew noticed the guy, because by the
time we got home he'd fallen asleep (babies fall asleep a lot). Then
he puked all over - four times in all. Good thing the the puke was
white (all he eats is white liquid) because I was wearing white pants.
Now that I think about it, if all he eats is white stuff then where
did all that green STANK come from later? Anyway, then I changed his
clothes, because the puke soaked the ones he'd had on, watched him smile at me as I sang Led Zeppelin and Postal Service to him (he really did smile when I sang) and he fell asleep on me.

The end.

A text I received the other day: "Thanks again for hangin with me.
Good to see you. You wear your new groove quite well. Looks good on
you."

Today I was at work, but not working. There's something to be said for
a free hour-and-a-half Thai massage. The massage therapist told me to
take a hot bath tonight when we were done. I one-upped her and went
straight to the hot tub at the spa and sat for a while with the
mountains as my backdrop, stretched my arm (wrist is healing quite
well), and thought about life. Later as I was leaving, Andrey, the big
Russian massage therapist that all the sadists request, said, "your
face looks different."

"I'm happy," I replied. (I'm also not eating sugar, working out a
little, getting some sun, learning a lot about myself, and looking at
life from a new perspective. I *am* different. I have a new groove.)

"Why are you happy?" he asked.

"I just am," I smiled. (I really just am, just because.)

And even though smiling with no make-up really shows my age (it's ok, because that's how old I am), here's a picture to prove it.