Nevada Writer

Santa Cruz

by Melanie on 12/07/08 at 10:18 pm

I am the Emimem version of a bag lady, what with my Nevada hoodie and wild hair. Mari won’t let me talk like that about myself, but I think it’s funny. It’s slightly embarrassing, but in Santa Cruz, my home territory, there are old women, black white, with colored rags in their hair pulling rolling backpacks. They are one step away from being true bag ladies. Perhaps they live in a group home, or apartments and not on the streets. Are they the Rainbow People? Wearing flourescent colors, sleeping in a commune? I feel like I blend in, as old as I am, and as fat as I am, and as grubby as I am. I need someone to talk to, a friend. Oh well. It’s peaceful out here in Big Basin. With the winds blowing gently through the trees.

Last night in Big Basin, I had the most marvelous dream, like I do so many times here in this wilderness. I dreamt that there was a huge family that lived in, say, Gardnerville, and they were all related sort of like the Laxalts. They had dark hair for the most part. They let me interview the elder of the family and he talked to me. I wanted to put him in my book. They were friendly and welcoming. Tight knit.

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