How I got my period on Bernal Heights

One day soon I'll charge my camera so I can take more pictures. One of those pictures will for sure be of the most beautifully charming view from atop the hill that stands between me and maggie mudds. I've taken preston up there a few times this week. It's a slow, silent slope of a walk and when we finally do reach the top and our eyes huff and puff just over the edge and we wind a bit further up over tripping rocks, we become surrounded with an entire festival of lights that is right at our fingertips and we can do nothing but stare and breathe and remember how tiny we are.

It's been a bit scary this past week. Being alone and indecisive and responsible and worried. Constantly showering and cleaning thrown up tennis balls and burning broccoli. Getting stuck under the bed while something humps your leg. Trying to get a deal on fenders. The sad farewell to organic foods, to eating out, bars and movies, clothes and too many earrings. Looking for part time jobs. Going on a kick-ass pet store interview. Burning string beans. Wondering what the hell I'm going to do with all this free time.

So many things beating and bumping through my mind and chest - over and under whelming and ultimately leaving me back to where I was when I woke up in the morning. But there, up on top of bernal hill, it didn't matter that I had just gotten my period. Up there you're only watching. You've left that other whiny damsel way down over there. When you're up on bernal hill you're too numb to think. and that's the way I like it.

Like I said, I'll post a picture as soon as I take one. But for now here is one of preston being adorable (photo by donald).