original art and shade trees

Two loud blasts shook the windows pretty good this morning but I haven’t seen anything about what it was on CNN yet.  Car bombs are quite the news event they once were.  After a morning of running around doing what I considered the “essential” work for the day, jacked up on Starbucks my mother sent me I sat at my computer at 1030 and zoned out.  The people in my office spent an hour trying to figure out how to hook up a projector to C.’s laptop so we could watch new release DVD’s o the pastel green wall.  They didn’t figure it out and at 1100 S. and I took off to the flea market.
I bought Robot and the new Tom Hanks movie C. had asked me to pick up and also the Godfather.  I’ve watched the Godfather many times but never all the way thru and I don’t really remember so many of the quotes people reference.  This time will be different, I’ll learn my Godfather mantra and go forth in the world armed with knowledge of whats said to be the best guy movie of all time, before Swingers came out.  I have a feeling I’ll come out the other end of the Godfather still liking Swingers and Clint Eastwood’s spaghetti westerns better.
At the flea market there is always a lot of good, original art for sale.  Today S. bought a great oil on canvas painting of an Egyptian woman in a white gown with gold and jewels in the trim.  The background is a brown but bright yellow which will make the painting own whatever room it hangs in.  The Iraqi guy asked $65 but S. got him down to $55.  While the guy took the painting off its frame and wrapped it around a length of PVC pipe for transport I stood in the shade and watched an Iraqi guy sing a song while these beautiful women danced a traditional Iraqi dance around him.  They flipped their long black hair around and did mini dervishes with their necks while the guy sang to a woman sitting with a guy holding a hooka pipe, tapping it against his cheek in time with the music.  I asked what he was singing and the other guy sitting in front of the fan said he was singing to the lady, asking her to come dance with him.
This made sense.  I’ve never seen Japanese television that made sense but Arab television tells stories that make sense.
Back at the palace I got some lunch which I didn’t eat then walked out back by the pool and feel asleep under the big tree with the branches that come all the way to the ground.  There were several people sleeping under the tree – its shade has at least a 70 ft diameter.
Now I’m back at work…waiting to see how to spend the rest of the day.