This beersliding video reminds me of Gabe, Joel's brother, whom we enjoyed Thanksgiving with.

Thanksgiving week drama,

drama drama drama, where to start? how about now, and work back ward. Its a beautiful sunny day, perfect weather for working on the rock wall (Joel and I are building a low decorative rock wall, sitting height, to enclose the front
yard, with a gate. There is electricity run underground to it for lamps on the gateposts and an outlet for plugging in stereos, campers etc.) But I feel tied to the phone, because Joel is having a fiasco abroad in a failed attempt to haul a
sailboat home to Tahoe from Santa Cruz. So, I will blog a little and do homey things so I don't miss his emergency "out of gas" call.

The current fiasco is as follows: Paulo, this guy I met in Utah last winter through freeloaders.com. I slept on his couch while checking out the snow in Utah and we became friends. Well, he has cancer and has been on the move, staying in santa cruz with his friend chris. Chris has all this junk in his yard in the mountains of bonnydoon, like old airplanes. I'll load pictures here soon.

Chris wanted to get rid of the boat 'cause he has a new one in a slip that is more ocean worthy, whereas this one is perfect size for tahoe, so Paolo thought of us. We looked at it last week while down there for the Medeski,Martin and Wood shows (the show at the Rio, SC will become a cd, it was awesome, and I'll load pictures of the Filmore, SF show soon). We were stoked on the boat, way excited. It was a small fix that Joel was sure his brother could fix, so he planned to come back down Sun. with the truck to haul it home.

We scrounged just enough change for truck gas for the trip and maybe 2 road meals ($215, it costs alot to run the big diesel, 'till we convert to recycled veg oil.) Joel didn't bring his school books because he didn't imagine he'd have time. What a Fiasco! Paolo wasn't ready to give him the boat as planned on sunday. I don't know what exactly the problem was. THe guy chris hadn't gotten home yet or whatever, so Joel wasted all sunday when he shoulda been doing school work. Then He was sposed to get it Monday morning but again there was some sort of holdup 'till that night. He's totally stressed about school now, only 2 weeks left. We convinced him to stay overnight again rather than drive a trailer with no taillights at night.

Chris strapped the thing on a trailer and hooked Joel up tues morning--what was s'posed to have happened Sun. eve. He made it down hwy 17 so that was most of the battle. But he called me in tears from Pleasonton, where the thing came off the truck or trailer on the 680 ramp. No one is hurt, the wreck is off the road out of the way and he's on his way home. He has no minutes on his cell phone, he has no money for a meal, or if he runs outa gas, so I'm pinned to the phone in case I need to meet him in placerville with gas funding. I've wasted this day on the phone with friends, getting advice, I can't really do anything till Joel gets home and tells me how bad it is.

My friend Geoff is in Sac now visiting a girlfriend, he said he'll try to go look at it tomarrow. I want to go for a jog with the dog Alice, aka Daisycow, but I don't want to leave the house and phone incase Joel calls from a payphone or someone's cell phone again. I accepted a shift at work tonight because someone is sick, at 6p, so I hope he gets home by then or calls, or I'll be a nervous ninny space cadet at work. I'm missing school to take the shift because we need
the dough.

SO this is a day in the life of me lately. I've been wanting to add to this blog I started this summer in a class. I got an A for only accomplishing the 1st 3 entries, I love my school, I'll keep going forever. I want to add about Burning man, which happened end of August, and load our pictures. I wantto tell you
about school, I took photoshop and I've 2 weeks left of pilates, web design (dreamweaver,) and clothing construction.

I want to talk about Polyamoury and Bi-Polar disorder and the turmoils and trevails of me and joel's relationship all summer and fall, but with out embarrassing him too much---I guess thats part of what has kept me from writting, I mean other than my chronic pocrastinational, organization, and time management problems, everything in my life I want to write about has something to do with Joel too lately. He's so intertwined in everything, that writting about me and my stuff, poses privacy issues for him. But here's the solution, I write in notepad, let him read it before I post it, if it has stuff about him.

He made it home before 5p. I made some dough at work to buy organic steaks for thanksgiving, and 2 oyesters (which we haven't even eaten yet as we got invited last minute to Joel's mom's home for turkey.) I wanted to drive back to the wreck and clean it up Thanksgiving day, as the roads should've been the quietest, my job and school were closed, but we had no gas money. I thought of taking off work this saturday. My friend Kate is up (in the bay) from san diego, and Gennette from Seattle, but we need the cash, saturday nt will be busy and good tips. So the best I can think to do is drive next week when I'm off school and work, like wednesday.

Nah, we're done with that one for now. I got more details from Joel. like the dude chris who was s'posed to be there sun. and wasn't, proceeded to hook the boat onto our truck with a trailer that had a spare tire instead of a proper one, and some axel problem telling joel to pull over every so often to let the axel cool down, no taillights, the wrong kind of ball attatchment thing, etc.---"What!!#$%@**&?" I exclaimed. I can't believe 3 grown men thought that was a good idea to have Joel drive 6 hrs over 2 mountain passes with a janky trailer like that---well, to his credit, Joel admits he thought it was an awfull idea, but he couldn't think straight because he was so frustrated and anxious wasting so much time and missing school and not being home where he had food to eat. He didn't feel comfortable asking those guys to use their cell phones again to call me, and he thought I'd be mad if he didn't just haul the boat ASAP. There are other details too, I won't go into. But this guy chris sounds like a real piece of work.

Well, and we just flat don't have the means to go try to salvage the wreck, so we called them and left it in their hands. We both wish we'd slowed down and waited 'till we could both go. But would I really have turned back to Tahoe, telling Chris to unhook his janky trailer from my truck when faced with the facts? Probably not. Would I have trusted my gut instincts when faced with this charismatic manipulative bully charmer chris? Umm, I'd like to think so, but who knows. I mighta crossed my fingers too excited about having that sailboat attatched to my truck. But I have really good luck and karma so I still wish I'd been there, maybe the boat would be junking up/gracing my yard right now, instead of the 680 to Sac onramp embankment. oh well, what a bummer. We can't always every year have an idylic Norman Rockwell thanksgiving, can we?

We've had a few other costly fiascos like this I'd like to blog about but I guess this one sort of sums it up and gives you the idea what my summer's been like.We're both very thankfull for our cosy beautifull home which is getting more beautifull everyday. We're thankfull to be alive and unscathed from these adventures. We're thankfull to have each other, to have found compatibility in our mutual spontaneaity and dreamy optimism. We're thankfull that we have realistic plans for our future (as well as outlandish rock star dreams too,)
options,hope,luck,providence, and skills to get our heads above water soon enough though we may be struggling right now due to some irresponsible bad choices we've made lately. We're both thankfull we are able to learn alot together, while experiencing these mistakes.

I'm thankfull that buckling down and putting my nose to the grindstone now is pretty fun actually here in Tahoe during snow season coming soon, especially when you have a cool house mate like joel, whom I love, to come home to, and Alice. and way too many fun things to do.

I'd like to tack on here "6 lessons of happiness" I just read in Ode Magazine, from psychiatrist Christophe Andre, because the last one is so appropriate for thanksgiving, but I hate to burry such good stuff at the end of this excessively long entry. and I've dimmed the lights as Joel and Alice are snoring. rather than strain my eyes to copy from the mag, I'll join them. We're leaving at 8:30a tomarrow to join a meeting of bi-polar and family support group in Reno that starts at 10a.

xxxxxx0000000 love yous. susse draume.