BEST compliment of the day, "You remind me of Heidi" (French-Canadian lady tourist on the Downs)
True story:
I had to go to Screw-Fix this morning to buy a new hoover.
(Screw-Fix ... WTF? Screw-Fix...it's no wonder it's full of men who clearly aren't getting enough..they think they will be getting a sex fix...hahahahaha)
It was the most depressing day of my life.
I spent money on a household appliance that I loathe and detest. Trying to see the bright side??? Pet hair remover? I think I have a hoover issue going on.
No matter how you look at it, hoovering is never fun. It's noisy. It's a household job that I literally do not like doing on any level. I usually sweep, or take the rugs outside and bash the living crap out of them. Theraputic. When I was in Portugal, I beat my floor rug, on a weekly basis. My friend was quietly observing... I laughed, "Now I know where the evolution of rug beating comes from..." ...She laughed.
Screw-Fix, Kemp Town industrial units. All guys in the shop, and one man-woman-style woman (you know, the type you look at and look twice to double check the gender)
I got uneasy, and said to my friend, "There's no women in here, I don't like it"...this escalated into a panic attack....then I bit the bullet and ordered the hoover (as recommended by Kimmy the hoover expert, who works in a garage and is having to be around 'men' all day long)
Then, noticing the facial piercings of the shop assistant, I started to smile (after trying to process the idea of facial piercings)
Now, that's weird. I have several facial piercings. I have two main earlobe ones (professionally done, aged fourteen...in order to rebel and look less like a boy... since I was boob-less and straight up and down square boned) and two upper ear ones (right ear) that I made myself with a heated needle and ice cubes when I was fifteen/sixteen or so - which equated with emotional pain, at the time. Not forgetting the nose piercing that I had professionally made in 2014.
There's places to pierce...ears and nose...after that, I cringe and feel 'grimace face' about. Belly button does not phase me...but it might be inconvenient, unless I was to be naked all day..or in a bikini. Dream on.
That's personal. Eyebrow piercings and between the eyes, makes me feel squeamish.
So, Mr Screw-Fix assistant had three eyebrow piercings. End of each eyebrow and between the eyebrows. I was fixated on them while I was talking, then realised my face was probably cringing. Then, I smiled at the absolute 'wowness' of having eyebrow piercings...I can hardly touch my eyebrows (tweezing...ouch, no) pierce them....no...ouch. So, kinda cool to dig that. Horses for courses, and all. He smiled back and said, "Thank you very much". Maybe he read my mind.
Back to Heidi. After the hoover ordeal, I realised that I simply had to get into nature, and quickly.
So, minding my own, drinking water, smoking a baby-sized joint, playing with my pooch..I could hear voices...getting nearer...while sitting under my favourite Hawthorns.
I carried on minding my own. A family of three appeared and they were rather compromised by the 'Z' gates. Three persons, three mountain bikes. All wearing orange and black, orange bikes....I like orange....it's my 'guilty pleasure' colour. It's very loud...but I like it because it's very vibrant and happy.
I looked up again and the lady of the group was walking towards me.
I got up, "Are you lost?", she smiled...."Well, we are here and we are not sure where we are"...
I detected French. There are so many tourists in Brighton in the Summer, and I can often guess their general whereabouts, by the accent.
"Are you French?" - taking that chance that she could have been Belgian, Canadian or French.
"We are Canadian", she said, very assertively.
"Oh, French-Canadian", I replied.
"Yes", she replied.
So, I explained that I live here. Which I think is funny...because I look like a bohemian tree-dweller (like I literally live in the trees : ) when I'm doing my nature healing and rejuvenation.
I explained that they were near to the road, and we established that they had
Digression. Parachettes - Coldplay. SO relate. when I feel a bit blue....it comes out of the blue....I like to listen to the complete CD and I just get it. Like, every word. I wonder, Team Pisces Chris Martin. It is like...it speaks to me, right into my emotional self. Moon Pisces. Seriously, the poetry of it...resonates.....completely
Did you know that the name 'Martin' originate from 'Martinez". Martinez came from Spain, Portugal, Southern France. They were Sephardic Jews (from the Southern European parts of the migration/world)?
Did you know that 'ez' on the end of a name was in reference to "Jewish". My daughter is a Rodriguez. Southern Spanish Jew.
Her aunty is a "Martinez", now Martin.
Fascinating stuff. Ever since I discovered that I was 12.5% Jewish (maternally) I have been fascinated by the Jewish Migration. I know. It sounds a bit obsessive, but I am very interested in the migration of the Jews...into Eastern and Southern Europe.
My friend, in Portugal, is a Sephardic. She is a Mendoza. Sephardic. She knows that I am Ashkenazi origin, and she thinks that there is a division...but in reality we are all from the same source.
East, South...what's up? Just different. It's like the Arab and the Berber. Arabs are different. Berbers are the goat-herders and the country folk. Arabs are the city folk.
Digression. When I was in Morocco, I went to a Souk, on recommendation from my host - Didier - the market trader (who did very well from the visit) told me that I had a very 'Arabic' face. How do you take that, in a market place full of mainly Berbers? You kinda say "Really?" raise your eyebrows..and you smile. If I look 'Arabic'....that's genetic..nothing to do with me. My features and how I 'look' are things that are totally out of my control. Anyways, thank you for the compliment. Arabic women...well, I would say that some of them are most stunning. "Hide yer face, it's too good-looking, here wear this balaclava-style-thing"...
Joking apart.
I'm always semi-joking (serious-joaquin : ) Steve Wright, hahahahah
I'm always writing....I like it...it's a form of freedom, for me personally.
Tired.
Appointment tomorrow.
*Heidi
Tomorrow.
* Children's book by Joanna Spyri
(and I did not need to look this up, because it was my top three favourite children's book)
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