(photo by manya rubin slater)
When I first started visiting Thea's mom Amalia, Thea was not impressed. Amalia & I were having a separated at birth~twin flame~sister bonding~mediterranean gypsy mama~love affair that I'm sure was completely annoying & boring & overwhelming at the same time. I mean, when you are 8 years old & you usually have your mother to yourself (as annoying & boring & overwhelming as that may be), who needs the hormonal atmosphere intensified like 300 percent, never mind the volume. And I was also a tickler, que horrible, really, the absolute worst. The fact is that I am not really a tickler at all, but the utter disdain & magnificent composure of this young diva had me flustered. I mean I really didn't know what I could possibly do to get her to feign even the slightest interest. It was like a crazy crush.
Last week, Amalia & I offered a Love Ceremony at their loft in Red Hook & I put Thea right next to me, or between me & Nola actually, the best seat in the house. Thea & I had been doing a lot better anyway, cause I taught her a few jokes (below). But the night of the ceremony, without any prep or preliminary counsel, Thea watched my back. I mean seriously watched my back. She helped Nola take care of the charcoal & copal & keeping the space clear & she helped me find my rhythm more than once. She saw EVERYTHING. It was like she had a little leash on me & it was the good kind of leash.
Two muffins are sitting in the oven. One muffin says to the other "It's getting hot in here." The other muffin says "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, A TALKING MUFFIN"
(this joke was originally told by Nola)