the wave. a friendly greeting, a moment of recognition, an acknowledgement of sorts...i like waving. its nice. goodbyes mostly are where i use it. but today, my opinions have been swayed. screeching along in my violin class, willing with every ounce of my being to force that bow into harmonic submission, the corner of my eye caught glance, of yes, my upper arm doing the wave, i'm sure directing its recognition in my direction. its hard to pay mind to "twinkle twinkle" when all one can think about is a loose upper arm swaying in the breeze to a three count...ahh the discoveries in a day.

sunday i got a text message from my Bangla teacher. it went like this:
"have to cancel class. chaos in the kitchen. cook has fled!"
what more can be said. what more can be said...

i'm reading this book right now about a book club in Tehran made up of women discretely meeting to mull over the great classics of our time. needless to say i've been inspired. i bought ernest hemmingway's a farewell to arms. and leo tolstoy's anna karenina. if you've noticed how slow i read, well i still might be reading tolstoy till jesus comes. but if anyone out there has suggestions or addtions to my newly inspired classic book hunt do offer insight.

i've also been thinking about tattoos. mostly because all our SB ladies have a few down their forearms. names mostly, a few simple designs. i love them. i find myself just staring at them and thinking about what moved them to get that writing inked on their body, where they were, who they were, its like a window into their past that i've still to gain the keys to understand. many of the beautiful women we know have such markings. and its got me thinking about how i myself could be marked, what i would want displayed, marked, remembered along a path i've yet to imagine. ha! maybe i could have the SB ladies do a little ink action on My arms.....what do you say...

well these are the musings of an afternoon's walk through the city. so more depth to come i'm sure. but for today, just a window into the inner beth chambers...