Casi casi

Today's the day. Really, truly.

It's sunny, blue skies, and warmer than yesterday, I think both because it snowed last night/evening--very lightly--while I was sleeping and because I raided Lichi's closet for some stylish layers before heading out into Harlem for a walk this morning.

In my fourteen hours of sticky sweaty unconsciousness, I dreamed about my Soulcraft being stolen just inside the old Cody's I worked at on Tele--the Pink Lady! I was devastated, but then I moved into action and rallied all the bike messengers to my defense to go find it. Hmmm, my ticket to fly was stolen, and I fought it (partly with the emotional support of one bike messenger). I wish I had this dream before the scam instead of after, so I would know my means of blissful transit would come back. Especially since last week I had a nightmare about someone I know having a miscarriage (none of you, my dears)--my travels/big changes aborting themselves. That dream had no happy ending, so I've had a hard time seeing the light the last couple of days.

When I woke up this morning, as Lichi got ready for work, was ready to have some good food in this city for once. I found the Watkins Healthfood Store (lots of vegan processed foods and vitamins and teas), next to the Uptown Juice Bar in Harlem and ordered an an ital juice. No idea what it was supposed to do for me, but it--and a vegan banana muffin--made me feel great and warm for the walk back to Spanish Harlem. I'm heading back there to pick up vegan soul food for my plane ride this evening, on my way to the M60 bus to Laguardia.

Life is good, I feel refreshed, if still tired, but ready ready ready. A fabulous book awaits me on the plane (a one-track mind these days of messengers--The Island of Bicycle Dancers, msgrs in NYC in the 80's), and friends await me in Santiago.