It's You I Like

Something about his build and the rhythm of his movements suggested reapers in an Egyptian wall painting.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

Alan and I spontaneously bought tickets to the Second Stage Theater on W. 43rd St. in New York City for an 8pm viewing of 'Everyday Rapture' (about a young woman's psychological-spiritual journey). We saw it last night, May 13, 2009.

The 'Everday Rapture' show was about a young gal from Kansas who had an Amish/Mennonite background and moved to Manhattan. The move to New York City changed her life for the better, of course.

The star of the show (Sherie Rene Scott) said a rabbi or a Muslim (didn't remember) gave her two pieces of paper and told her they should never leave her side, and that she must keep one piece in each of her pockets at all times:

1 piece of paper said:
"I am a speck of dust."

The 2nd piece of paper said:
"The world was created for me."

I like when she sang the "It's You I Like" song by Mr. Rogers. I want to feature the lyrics to that tune and the video of him singing it today. It really does have an important message for every human being in this world.

It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.

But it's you I like--
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself,
It's you, it's you I like.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BN9ynEJzLo

Twenty-five years ago today:

Monday,
May 14, 1984
This morning I called Steve Gaster.
“Oh, I already have a ride to work today,” Steve said.
So, the ‘hell with that’ attempt to be kind. I drove to work alone but my music soothed me.

I ended up getting paid for only three hours because I got AX time (Time Off Without Pay) at 11:30am. I accepted the opportunity to escape.

I also had semi-good news from Robert, my supervisor.
“Troy from The Placement Center called to say they had a job offer for you as a Service Rep in the General Business Service Center in San Francisco,” Robert informed me.
Then this Troy character called back ten to fifteen minutes later to say, “There is a HOLD on the offer.”
This was much to my dismay. I still had high hopes because he did say he may call back later in the week. Hoorah!

I was inspired to take my car in to the shop after being released from work early. I wanted under sealant protection for my car. My Dad said it is a good idea to do that. After that was done I ventured over to ‘Motor Music’ to have my cassette player fixed because the mechanism would NOT accept my tapes.

Mom and I ventured over to see Ashley that afternoon. I also wanted to get any mail that had accumulated there for me. Ashley is getting cuter daily. She gained two ounces last night. Tomorrow she will be one week old.

I napped from 5-6:30. Then I went on a thirty minute bicycle ride along the beach. I saw Ron’s familiar windsurfing sail in the distance. Upon my return to Bay Farm Island I ran into Ron again at a private spot.
“Yeah man, I can’t find my blue straps,” Ron said.
He’s really a cool guy despite his dunce-like sounding voice at times. He is smart in his own peculiar way. My brother, Tony, thinks he is ‘totally stupid’. We talked about sailing, windsurfing, surfing, his special board, and the movies ‘The Bounty’ and ‘Mad Max’.

I could NOT believe my eyes when he took off his wet suit and shorts to his bare necessities in front of me! Although he was hunched over I saw nothing but his smooth, unblemished rear end. Luckily, he did not witness my mouth drop in disbelief (and simultaneous envy).
“He is definitely questionable now,” I thought silently to myself. What do I do? He reminds me of a combination of ‘Michael Miller’ and ‘Chris Cordellos’ put together in looks and perhaps intellect—and--not personality.

I ended up riding away on my bike to "cool off", bidding farewell until the next chance meeting.


At about 9:30PM I decided to call Marley Deslippe of San Francisco.
“So what are you up to this weekend?” I asked.
“Why don’t you call me later in the week because it is too early to tell right now,” Marley replied.
Well ‘shit then’! If she wanted to she could have jumped at the chance of going out with me. I say it is her loss. I have not heard from Ann Sharpe yet. It’s just as well.

I made no contact with Chris Cordellos today. Another situation occurred this afternoon as I walked with Tony and Helen to my car (they were given AX time as well). Some guy was “eyeing” me incredibly too much. While it was scary it was flattering. Yet, why isn’t the person I want around “around" (namely C.M.C. aka Christoper M Cordellos).