Sunday, September 14, 2008

Long Day Adventures, of several kinds.

Saturday morning I woke up at 6:30 to do some yoga and stretch for my up-coming day, thinking I knew exactly what was in store but sadly not even wrapping my head around what was to become of my next 26 hours.

We proceeded to The Vegetarian Expo in Saratoga Springs, their Expo is the first in the Capital Region area to bring together and promote the global health benefits of green sustainable living, environmental awareness, and compassion for animals and all beings while highlighting their relationship to a plant-based diet. There was free food sampling, numerous exhibitors, and an interesting selection of Vegan food in a mess-hall, type spots near the back.

Heather and I enjoyed tasting the various treats, meeting new and interesting people, and just enjoying the general spender of being surrounded with happy Vegans, Vegetarians, and Aspiring Vegetarians. There were the plenty of hippies, health nuts, the normal joes and everyone in between milling about. Heather and I personally met a fun Vegetarian man, who's name escapes me, when H noticed we have trying to eat his meal on a rolling table, being few tables and having an open seat at ours, she waved him over.

He traveled three hours from Pennsylvania, which of course we then had a mutual location to talk about. Food and joining support groups was the topic of the morning, and he was enjoyable, if not a little weird, to chat with. We promptly finished our tofu gumbo and vegan veggie pizza and heading back into the Center.

H and I picked up a few buttons, stickers, books, and other bits and pieces for a casual read later on. I signed up for VegMag, getting a free nifty tote bag to proudly support later on, hauling blankets, pillows and sweets into our next event. We Enjoyed meeting and trying new companies such as Purple Beverage Co. with their amazing tasty pomegranate, black currant, purple plum, cranberry and blueberry seriously purple beverage and Liz Lovely, Inc. Vegan cookies of deliciousness. And generally enjoyed ourselves *^_^*

Making our way to the It Came from Schenectady 24 Hour Science Fiction Movie Festival at the Proctors in Schenectady, we got there just in time to catch Enemy Mine, one I personally enjoy and hadn't seen in some years. Several proceeded such as the A Boy and His Dog, A Clockwork Orange (viewers choice), Tokyo Gore Police, and Barbarella. And a special visit from Barry B. Longyear (author of Enemy Mine and It Came from Schenectady) for some Q & A, which H prepared for with some good questions and it was just a fabulous time.

Around 5:40/6, Heather walked me out to the car, saw that I got situated and returned to the next movie. I slept for appromiately an hour and a half, off and on, with and without my iPod... only to finally fall into a deep sleep around 7am.

Waking up at 8am to male voices all around me, I became alert, checking to make sure my body was covered and I wasn't in some kind of weird position, crammed in the back of the tinted windowed car, to find out they were standing around the car but not watching me or the car but something down the road I couldn't see. I quickly put on my other pants and grabbed my camera. Stepping out and pointing my camera towards the location, only to shock me, having taken a picture before I realized what I was taking a picture of. A jumper. Young man, on the top of a four story parking lot, looking over the edge expectantly. I couldn't make out his face but I could see all the cops on the roof and the on-lookers hoping to see something to tell their buddies later on in the day. My stomach dropped.

Visions of falling images stuck me, as if watching 9-11 in my classroom all over again and I remember thinking... if you have to, just please don't do it as I'm walking back into the building, clutching my Cadence pillow tightly to my chest. Selfishness hit me and I just hoped he wouldn't jump down, just come down. I got H, because I didn't know what else to do, she followed me back into the hall and with a morbid curiosity slowly inched our way back outside, only to find they had talked him down and were then quickly putting him in an ambulance, making my hands stop shaking and my heart beat slow. I was glad we went back out, even though now I still don't know how I was able to walk back out through those doors. But at least now he'll receive the help he obviously needed.

The picture I took is slightly haunting, you can make out where the window-shield is on the lower left hand corner, not realized I pressed the button, the camera is in focus, on-lookers waiting a ways away, discussing amongst themselves the possibilities that lay before the young man. I won't ever put it up because it gives my heart an indescribable dark feeling but I can't get myself to delete it, thinking later on, that it might have been the last image of him taken.

But she and I made it home, to fall into bed and having now just woken up to tell my tale, visiting with the family and enjoy being in my own bed and stretched out. I think I'm permanently folded from sitting through all those movies and lectures for so long : P

I hope everyone has a good weekend.

Love, M.