Am I still your Esperanza?

Maybe something fell away

I forgot to love you yesterday

The vines have become overgrown

Waiting fast for the unknown

Nuts for Nutmeg - Where's my Autumn?

Breathing in my first woken breath of dry cold air gave me a little thrill this morning. Is fall finally here? Blankets up to my chin, a fat cat sleeping on my legs. I didn't want to move.

Alas, the cat woke up to let me know her bowl was empty, so we started the day. Coffee and checked the weather. It's going to be 72 degrees in Long Beach! Hardly sweater weather, so I'd better get jogging before it gets too warm.

It's mid-November and 'tis the season for pumpkin spice lattes and cookie baking, but it feels like summer. Not that baking should happen in my kitchen no matter what the temperature, so I'll do the next best thing: a pumpkin-honey-nutmeg facial.

The enzymes in pumpkin are said to enhance skin cell turnover, while the nutmeg is known for exfoliating benefits, among other things. Honey is a great barrier of moisture and also helps hold the ingredients together. 

Take a couple tablespoons of pumpkin (can be fresh or canned puree), add a 1/2 teaspoon of nutmeg, and about a teaspoon of honey. Mix.

Apply to freshly cleaned skin and let sit for 15-20 minutes.

Rinse. Voila! Skin should feel soft and dewy. (or in my case, undo the damage of the martini I had last night;)

To further defy the delayed season, I shall wear my nutmeg eye shadow.

Take that nice weather!

Fly on the Wall

While getting ready this morning, I noticed a little tiny fly hanging out on the wall next to the mirror. As I bounced from vanity, to closet, to desk, back to vanity, he was still there. In the same spot. Not moving.

“Oh to be a fly on the wall in that apartment,” someone somewhere might be saying. And they’d be jealous of this little guy.

Put in half a day at work, hit the gym, home for a nap and as I entered the bathroom at roughly 4pm, I’ll be damned, he was still there! He must be dead, I thought. Maybe the roommate sprayed it with hairspray. Or maybe it’s a drone. I left it there and spent the rest of my afternoon sweating, facebooking and waiting for the sun to go down.

Finally cool enough to do some yoga and a shower. The fly was gone. Huh. Maybe it was just napping earlier. Lazy fly.

I soap up and rinse my hair. As I open my eyes, I see the fly again, this time on the tile opposite the shower head. He’s still here. Watching me bathe. Maybe it’s a drone connected to one of those porn sites, “voyeuristic-girls-in-the-bathroom” kind of thing. Fucking pervert fly.

Or maybe it’s a drone connected to “them,” you know, the ones who plan to put us all in FEMA camps. What would they possibly be gleaning from watching me get ready in a bathroom? Towels decorated with the confederate flag? Weapons of mass destruction? I got your weapon of mass destruction right here! (grabs crotch)

I didn’t really grab my crotch. Sorry porn site, if anyone’s watching.

Maybe it’s a test. Will this person instinctively protect his/her property and kill the fly? I’m reminded of the scene from Psycho.

For the record, call ME psycho, but I’ll smash the shit out of a cockroach if it’s on my property.

But today, I won’t give them the satisfaction, lest I be categorized as a vigilante. I’ll keep ‘em guessing for now. Nice try Illuminati fly.