The Birthday Girls

This weekend found me elbow deep in twin birthday cakes for my sisters Patty and Martha. They were actually born on the same day a year apart, and we decided to have a joint birthday party on Sunday. They requested opposite cakes (figures, they couldn't be any more different as people) and I accomplished harmony by the cake decoration. No candles, just 44 candy roses for Patty and 43 candy roses for Martha. The cakes basically became a rose trellis for each sister. I dearly love making birthday cakes, and this time unfortunately wasn't fast enough with my camera to show pictures. Cake does not last long with these kids. (LOL)
Of course this was a send off for Patty's surgery today. She has been in a lot of pain with that genetic rudimentary gallbladder we all have (thanks Mom), and we (being us) laughed all evening about Patty's surgeon's reaction to what he found in her stomach today. I am sending up prayers that all will be well, and would appreciate any other prayers in this regard. I guess I have lived to long not to know even routine surgery has real risks.
Finally have all my books unpacked, and not nearly enough bookcase space for them all. Story of my life actually. I figure the day I have enough space I would die in shock before placing the last book. My neice asked me point blank if I had read them all, and when I told her I had she never missed a beat asking "Then why do you keep them ?" I went into a long explination around how they were special art books and they inspired me, but really she might be right. I am just grateful, I suppose, to be their caretaker in this life. Just as long as I don't have to move them again anytime really soon.

What I am Reading: Curt Cobain Journals

When I saw this at the bookstore I almost passed it by since I figured it would be a little too strange and morose for me. I was in Seattle at the time these were written, and saw him on the streets of Capitol Hill as well as heard him pre-fame in concert at the Crocodile Club, so my curiosity got the best of me, and I am glad it did. This is an actual reprinting of several spiral notebooks found in Curt's possession after death. There is something very powerful about seeing his drafts of songs and reading his thoughts in his own handwriting, as jumbled and sketchy as any artist's vision is. Among sketches of video concepts, notes to friends (as drafts), and lists of equipment needed for gigs there is a human there. Trying his best in a real love/hate relationship with fame and fortune and struggling to understand and hold on to his life in a whirlwind most of us can only imagine. I was surprised at his view on gays (he actually supported them fully, and was angered by hate crimes) drugs, ( his drug use was not quite what the media reported) and what he saw for his own future. A very interesting glimpse into the creative process. I was surprised just how vulnerable he really was, and now much of what was considered "Nirvana" was Curt Cobain.

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