8/24 nite

my wife is gone and it's quiet. why, in the silence, instead of heady philosophical topics or current events does my head turn towards cheese? i could take a small break from this, how would you know dear reader? go microwave a block of cheese on a tortilla. what goes great with cheese? a regular shasta! this is an interesting side bar, but the thought that brought me to the blog tonight was the story my sister told me, at our brother's wedding. as i am not sure what this blog will end up being it is my blog and thus i am allowed to skip around in time. so wave good bye to boise and childhood as we move into the future!
well the past but the future from where we were in the wild hill country of idaho.
faster than sunda could chase us down we arrive.
helena lives in LA and works in the movie industry. she has a black american express card, drives the bmw something that use to be called land shark but the newest version and lives in a expansive loft overlooking a very famous road. all this i know, because she told me while sifting through her 5,000 dollar bag looking for her telephone so she could record a video of my upcoming arm wrestling match with my brother's best man.
'i was totally surprised boo and when i say it was ugly i mean it was u g l y ugly....
the morning broke, as it breaks every day in LA, perfectly. helena rose from her 2500 dollar comforter and placed her feet into some gold YSL pumps before heading onto the sun porch where her writer boyfriend was drinking french pressed coffee.
'how about you and me get away,' he said.
'boo, are you serious i have like a million things to work out.'
'life is too short to waste on the warner brother lot. lets us go to santa barbara i know a cozy b and b that serves the most delicious waffles. we can walk the ocean all day and at night...' he said arching his eye brows and making cat noises.
'waffles are delicious boo, but i have to be on set...'
'shh, i already called theodore and asked if it would completely ruin your name if i swept you away to the ocean for a romantic proposal.'
'like what, you have a movie idea?'
'not that kind of proposal...oh, nevermind you will find out soon enough. anyway, teddy said 'O M G you totally can get her out of this town, that bitch needs to recharge her batt uh ries!' you know how he talks. so we are clear, clean groovy, let's us make like the skinny jean and get out of here, only to return a short time later. L O L'
'what about buster? my bags, you know if i don't have the right outfit it will get ugly, boo.'
'already taken care of, the car is loaded, turn around see buster with his leash on. we need to scoot if we're going to beat traffic.'
from their perfect view on this perfect day helena rose went inside. she showered thoughts, like the water, ran across her skin causing the colors of her tattoos to come alive. 'ahh, maybe this is just what we need.' she thought.
soon enough, as it is with time, enough had passed to put them through traffic across the threshold of (she thought) a charming cozy b and b (she thought) god i hope there is no paparazzi here and into the room.
buster, a pug, found his way before the fire place snorting then collapsing into a nap.
'O M G did i not tell you this was just purr fect?' he said pulling the curtains back throwing open the window to allow the sound of the ocean into the room. like a friendly local it made itself across the carpet across her lips kissing them with her nose with the scent of salt. a peace that can only be made by the b and b fell upon her causing stress she did not know she had to melt away.
the sand on the beach was warm across her toes covering the red tail of the koy that swam forever across her feet. the sky was filled with blue and the only sound the surf and occasional song of the seagull.
the day was passed this way, hand in hand or his arm across her back his nose to her ear whispering how wonderful this life was, with her. he was a kind man, late thirties with dark rimmed glasses and a fedora covering semi curled auburn locks. this man, ethan took care of himself, nails trim waist line slim and polo collar turned up.
helena bathed in it all, remembering how she came so far. to the east her idaho roots, from the farmlands and back water trails, to the east the pennsylvania mountain ranges where she thought she had lost it all. so many times she was trapped, but god finds a way always moving you towards the goal, home. if you listen, if you risk, act and believe you can achieve anything. the goal, the west coast the movies! so far she had come from her collages. the language is always according to region but the mind and the spirit her own.
for dinner they drank champagne, ate fresh sushi. ethan's wit was crackling that night, his eyes burning with a passion she had almost forgotten. time can soften a man, time can soften a relationship they say the campfire can not always burn strong but helena would retort 'damn you get more wood, i'm worth it' and tonight ethan had.
if she could sum it all up so far it would be perfect. ethan had been right, this was just what they need.
'i love you darling.' he said
'oh, i love you too, boo' helena responded.
he took her hand and amongst the other diners rang his wine glass then fell to a knee.
'oh helena, make an honest man of me,' he said removing his fedora and pulling a ring box from it's belly.
'ethan, you rotten no good, i love you.' she said smiling as the other diners applauded.
'then marry me...' the silence hung in the air. it took thirty seconds for helena to weigh the ring in her hand and check it's clarity. when all had passed inspection she turned back to her love who was still on one knee eyes slightly damp with tears.
'yes.'
with the air still pregnant with the word, ethan swooped her into his arms and carried her to the room.
oh the passion he had took her breath away, and while he slept, she further inspected the ring using instruments instead of just the naked eye and recalled the love making.
with her forehead still damp there came a rattle at the door then a thud and then it came crashing open.
'oh my god intruder!' she screamed
but before she could reach her butterfly knife a voice called out.
'fraud, phony fake!' helena knew that voice but how could it be?
stepping forward from the darkness was her ethan. he was frail, skin pale from lack of sun. his arm extended and one pale bony finger pointed towards the bed. when helena turned her head swam and she almost blacked out.
oh if only she could have blacked out, if only she could have woke up at home then it would have been, could have been passed off as just a night mare. alas, it would not be, for there laying by her side, in the place that had been ethan was...phillip seymour hoffman.
'finally i can exhale.' he said grabbing a pack of cigarettes, his six pack turning back into a plump belly, his dirty blond hair covering one eye.
'i will kill you!' cried ethan.
but before he could reach him, hoffman leapt from the bed fully clothed and jumped out the window to a waiting helicopter ladder. 'i was doing research for a part!' was his final words before a villainous laughter pierced the water front.
ethan collapsed.
helena moved to hold his head close to her body, 'well it is the business we chose.' she said.
'the ring is a stage prop phony,' was ethan's response.
'damn you phillip seymour hoffman!' was helena's.
'i haven't talked to ethan in three days. oh what to do, boo, what to do?' my sister asked.
i, a still a little shell shocked could not come up with one good idea.