I finally found a dog beach, and now there are dog pools? Where? Cooper wants to go!
How cute is this!
He left Friday. Now it’s Monday. Time has passed. A lot has happened. But my heart has stood still.
Love can be cruel. So rewarding and wonderful and essential.
I miss him.
Those times when those they are supposed to protect us, are the whom we fear most. With another shooting in Missouri last week, the question is why we keep making excuses for police to “do their jobs,” which usually seem to end with death of a young man of color.
Officers, you are trained in self defense and more effective take down methds. You could shoot in the arm or leg, or even better, just taze them. Instead, we keep hearing of multiple gunshots. Multiple. If the victim wasn’t shooting first, that’s murder. Call it what you want.
On my way to the Hollywood Bowl, I stopped in a little pizza and pasta place for dinner to go. It was completely empty, except for the little cook in the back.
I greet him, he greets me back with a huge smile. In his very thick accent, he calls me “bee-yuet-ful.” I thanked him, and asked what was good on the menu.
Of course he doesn’t answer my question, as he smiles and sings a song in Spanish in a soft whispered voice. He interrupts himself to tell me how “bee-yuet-ful” my smile was, and how he likes women like me. Huh?
So I asked him what he meant by women like myself. ”You know baby. bee-yuet-ful, big, sexy black women.” Oh…okay, I thought to myself. I was confused but glad he cleared that up.
He continued raving about his ex that was black but moved to Chicago. How great she tasted and he’s wanted a black woman ever since she left. He couldn’t move with her because of the job at the pasta place. Really?
The conversation carries on for several minutes, and gets rather inappropriate in content. I tried to change the subject back to me placing an order for food, but he carried on. Telling me what he would do to and for me. And in that order.
Finally he asks if I have a man. At the time, I was wearing my grandmother’s calilily ring on my left hand ring finger, so I implied by showing the ring that I was more than taken, but completely off the market. I stretched the truth a little, and told him that I was meeting my guy at the Bowl that evening for a concert.
He seemed so sad for a moment. Then he told me my man was “a very lucky,” and he’ll be waiting if anything goes wrong because he knows how to handle a woman like me. Oh…okay pequeno hombre.
Promising to fix my order extra special and good for me, I ordered the chicken Alfredo pasta. It took awhile because he cooked it extra fresh - and I’m talking pouring the cream and adding the cheese to make the sauce fresh.
Once my order was ready, he packed it up with a few free items, and reminded me of his offer should things not work out with my man. I thanked him, wished him well, and darted out of the door. What a flirt!
And if you are wondering how the pasta turned out - yummy delicious! He did a great job. Would definitely go back, just not when he’s there.
On my morning walk with the dogs, I am in my usual routine of speaking to everyone I see. Even if they don’t speak back.
We cross paths with a neighbor, and I say my normal “good morning, how are you?” He returns the greetings with a huge smile; but then responds, “I’m sorry, I thought you were my friend Erica.” Whaaat?!
As he started to walk off, I responded, “but I am Erica.” Followed by an awkward giggle. We both looked at each other, and instantly fell into a cackle. We embraced with the warmest hug, excited to see each other. It was my friend Alex, whom I hadn’t seen in about three years. He immediately looked at Cooper and remembered the big brindle baby from my house.
He said he’d seen me around before, but was never quite sure if it was actually me because I looked so much different than he remembered. Even when he saw me this morning, when I smiled and he saw braces, he told himself it wasn’t me.
We caught up briefly, and sent each other off with the warmest wishes. I’ve been smiling all day at the encounter. ”But, I am Erica!”
My genius roommate thought it would be a great idea to put all of the broken glass from our shower door in a garbage bag. Let’s just say after two steps out of the front door, this happened.
After trying to rake and sweep it out of the grass, a neighbor brought his vacuum and cleared it. Between dogs and kids playing in the courtyard, it had to be done. My roommate is a genius.
It’s amazing how we expect things to be so immediate. We want to see the results or change as soon as we think it. What is the rush? Where does this urgency come from?
I know when it comes to my heart, I just want him here. When it comes to my career, I just want to be living in the creation. When it comes to my family, I just want to take care of them. When it comes to my friends, I just want them to be happy.
Everything has and will happen just as and when it should. If it’s a day too soon, we won’t be ready for it. Listen and learn during the time, and lean on the belief and assurance that it always comes right on time. He’s always on time, amen.
I live, love music. It evokes feelings and emotions, and can be one of our most expressive forms of communicating.
Take it up a level. I love live music. Live puts you right there. A great performer will pull you in to their world visually, emotionally, and through brilliant arrangements.
This has been THE summer of live music for me. The summer of legends. Kicking it old school with Gladys Knight, Kool & The Gang, and Cindy Lauper, to getting a lesson in music education and history through Herbie Hancock.
My new love, Greg Porter, drew in so many fans. He left that night with many more. I helped quite a few find him on iTunes that evening. He was brilliant. So powerful, his presence and voice. The art of story telling through music, lyrics, and soul - mastered.
No longer will you call her diva, and she made that very clear. Cher is an icon!
That is her in the photo floating over the crowd! I have only heard of how amazing her shows were in the past, but now that I have experienced it, I am forever in love. She was beautiful, honest. The visuals, the costumes, the vocals. She was remarkable! Who knows if this is her last tour, but I know I will go see her again if she returns. Oh yes I will.
R&B and Hip Hop
And finally, On the Run Tour, featuring The Carters. I have seen these two in concert many a time. Two completely different shows, both unforgettable performances. Beyonce will bring choreography, vocals, and costumes; and Jay will just captivate your attention and hit you with classics you forgot you knew.
Well now combine the two. It was out of this world! I screamed in excitement, so overwhelmed, the entire show.
From the transitions into songs, they shared the stage. Neither over shadowed or out performed the other. Such an organic compliment to each other. The musical arrangement, the videos, the lighting. A mind-blowing experience. I still feel, now three weeks later, like there is no where to go from here. That was THE show of my lifetime. How can they ever top that? They can’t. They can’t perform separately ever again. It’s not right! Even though they didn’t perform Deja Vu. I’m still beefing.
Diana Ross and Elton John. My two biggest musts before the year ends. Let’s go Ticketmaster!