The Caterpillar & The Butterfly

The young see what they wish to see.
The old see what they do not wish.

What must happen before a caterpillar can become a butterfly?

"The caterpillar must weave a cocoon, and live within it alone.
It becomes chrysalis, always changing, waiting until the proper time.
Then the cocoon is broken.
The butterfly escapes.
It is beautiful.
And it flies.

-Bette Bao Lord,
'Spring Moon'

PHOTO: A caterpillar I photographed on the island of St. Lucia on April 19, 2004.

Twenty-five years ago today:

I finally selected my 'floating holidays' for 1984. I was able to get April 2, 3, 4 and October 29, 30, 31 and November 1st. It's almost like having two extra weeks of vacation when one includes the attached weekends. Hoorah!

Once I arrived home I had a swift bike ride excursion in Alameda until 6:30pm. It was ever-so-rejuvenating.

I went to visit Dad and we ate dinner together. He gave me a few goodies. He really enjoys my visits. I decided to complete my ART class homework while I was there.

When I returned to my place I listened to KQAK 105.7 alternative-rock tunes as I wrote a short letter to Nancy. Don't ask me why. I just felt like I wanted to get my 'last words' out.
PHOTO: 1984-Self-Portrait, Michael Joe Armijo

I heard the CALL ME song by Blondie (from the American Gigolo soundtrack). I took it as a sign to call Paloma (probably because of those few French words).

I telephoned Paloma and we talked about my being so persistent yesterday.
"And then you gave up," she said in her heavy French accent.
It made me wonder where our relationship will lead. I decided to be frank with her and shared tidbit stories about Nici Maurino and Nancy.
"It's their loss as far as I'm concerned...not mine," I explained after I shared their annoying behavior.
She agreed with me that it is their loss.
"I enjoy something about you...like your way with words or something," Paloma said.

CALL ME
by Blondie lyrics

Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you're coming from
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me my love you can call me any day or night
Call me
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me oh my love
When you're ready we can share the wine
Call me
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love
Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami.
Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi
Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway
Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway
Call me my life
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Take me out and show me off
Put me on the scene
Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties
You're the man no in between
I know what you words can mean
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Call me in my life
Call me call me in a sweet design
Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.
Call me my love.
Call me, call me any anytime