Postcards from My Soul

Rain. Everyday. Not all day but a good dousing every afternoon and or all evening. Enough to inconvenience things at times.  And with night time lows in the 50's I wasn't always happy with the weather. Most of you have been enjoying (or dying of) the un-Portland-like summer. I'm super jealous!  I'm hoping to catch some of it!  We went to a sexual preference (LBGT) anti-violence march on Saturday. The group had hired Julio and his band to play. I received a t-shirt and as we were getting ready to start the march it started to rain. African style drums with real leather don't do well in the rain so we had to leave. The guys were then only paid 100 pesos which covered our transportation there and back via bus. It was a waste of 3 hours.  Julio and I had custom orders consisting of: some pendants, and 3 custom necklaces of varying styles.  We had one stone casualty. Thin tear drop shaped stones are the biggest trouble makers. Sadly, one of my favorite shapes! Sorry

Disclaimer: Not for the easily grossed out.  This email could have been titled "Night Bus Nightmare".  At about 2:30am  I started feeling rumblings in my stomach, followed by quite a bit of uncomfortable air and burping. Which I was hoping would just pass. Then I felt the same as I did last fall in Cannon Beach when I had my first bout of food poisoning.   Julio was asleep and in the aisle seat. He was rudely awaken by me slapping him awake and saying I needed the bathroom NOW. I stumbled down the steps to the microscopic (think small plane bathroom) bathroom, closed the door and found the light and opened the toilet just in time. Julio thought I was motion sick. I assure you this was not the case. I had a couple other close calls and thankfully no one else was using the bathroom.  I can count on one hand the times I've puked, non alcohol related. 2nd grade in class, last fall, and last night. It is possible when I was younger than 2nd grade and don't remembe

Disclaimer: Not for the easily grossed out.  This email could have been titled "Night Bus Nightmare".  At about 2:30am  I started feeling rumblings in my stomach, followed by quite a bit of uncomfortable air and burping. Which I was hoping would just pass. Then I felt the same as I did last fall in Cannon Beach when I had my first bout of food poisoning.   Julio was asleep and in the aisle seat. He was rudely awaken by me slapping him awake and saying I needed the bathroom NOW. I stumbled down the steps to the microscopic (think small plane bathroom) bathroom, closed the door and found the light and opened the toilet just in time. Julio thought I was motion sick. I assure you this was not the case. I had a couple other close calls and thankfully no one else was using the bathroom.  I can count on one hand the times I've puked, non alcohol related. 2nd grade in class, last fall, and last night. It is possible when I was younger than 2nd grade and don't remembe