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kiota and berry pie

I feel so decadent this morning.

Pachelbel is playing in my ears and Ki and I are sitting here having breakfast pie.

Ki is any size you want [gigantic to mircometric] and the pie is no-nonsense too. It's eight inches [20cm] lying down and it is half disappeared into my tummy atm. That is because I am caressing it repeatedly with my fork. Down the road from me I found this incredible awesome place to eat which bakes their own dessert pies so I brought her home too, last night. Three kinds of berries: raspberries, blackberries, and Morganberries or PugetSound berries or some other kind of thing. And this scrumptious crust. I'm licking it up while I can.

Later this week the world changes. Again.

I will be in this Christian Guest House in East Jerusalem apparently looking down the barrels of the misunderstood Palestinians, through some kind of gate. The CGH is run by the managers according to the Scriptures so they only open themselves to "married couples or two men in one room".


Darn. And me without a boyfriend atm. It's enough to take holy orders.
So I am turning myself into this celibate spiritual pilgrim according to the custom.
I'm told this will help me lots with the IDF and TSA at JFK and TLV too.

Wow. Can this be serious?
What Ki writes me about *her* life in Israel does not sound a bit like this at all.

This place has no TV but it *does* have stone floors you are supposed to kneel on. They don't say if it's for anticipation or forgiveness.

I think this will be fun. For nineteen days, am I really gonna be in a country that is a total war zone? If I never felt the need for prayer before, I will now. Surely I will come [uhmm ... grow] to lurve me my cold stone floor. I think the place comes with plenty of tanks and Cat D9's, too. Tanks for the memory.

So I will finish my pie soonish. Have to practice my my Gregorian Chants.

I've been advised that I can mumble about the Wailing Wall all I want in the airport, but if I start really Wailing the trip is immediately over.


Over there, no pie nor Pachelbel.

But plenty of Ki.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 17th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
I don't pray but for your case I am going to try. *hugs*
Aug. 17th, 2008 10:10 pm (UTC)
You are a total sweetPea and everybody should tell you that.
Because it's true and you need to hear it ;)

Since I posted ^, I have also gotten myself into some kind of Muslim hotel too, for three nights.
Brad the Equal-Opportunity Spiritual Traveler.

Well, one of my Friends on here once called herself the Ecumenical Cat.

So it seems I have inherited her furry mantle.
Aug. 18th, 2008 12:08 am (UTC)
Should be interesting! I think the Christians are just being weird. You can certainly find plenty of that here. The Orthodox Jews who run the country...according to what I've heard from Lois, THAT will be interesting. You'll have to tell us all about it!
Aug. 18th, 2008 01:18 am (UTC)
O Meow I will be full of telling all about it but my laptop will be safely stored in Boston, along with my cell. So I will be all internet-cafe' or silence for half a month :P

From all sources, I'm told my new cam will be safe so I will be using that a lot! You don't leave home without it, especially tourist pilgrims like moi. Maybe wearing that instead of a Star of David or a Cross is much better.

Lois says she knows how to swear in six languages so I hope she will teach me how to say prayers in six languages. And being careful, since there's no way I will be able to tell beforehand which is which ---- until either my feet get kissed or I get thrown in jail lmao
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