February 9. 2014
Gosh, it's been way too long.
I think the last time I wrote, Joan as in Crawford was dogging my ass, as only Joan can do. In the midst of the Polar Vortex and plunging energy levels, Claire and I were lucky enough to fly to sunny San Diego in celebration of Johnnie's 88th birthday ~
While I was away I kept thinking write write
but all I wanted to do was
and put my bare feet in the sand and surf
which in retrospect seems like the most perfect thing to do ever.
I've been dreaming a lot lately.
Clearly a cry for dream analysis ~
I'm on a date with former Secretary of Defense, Robert Gates. He was wearing a red hoodie and had taken me out to dinner (along with one of my high school students. Let's call her Kiley.) I didn't want to be late for the movie we were planning to see which caused some impatience on my part, so not like me.
We were going to see Frozen.
I like sitting in a dark theater, whispering and watching the trailers. Seating is extremely important too; another reason to get there early. My preference: back row, aisle.
Bob was a dawdler.
I told him in a very nice way it was too late.
I said, Bob, We missed our window. end of date
There's a list of things I want to spill about:
- Dad seeing men in uniforms coming off the mountain- Another hospital experience for Jesse + how we could not stop laughing
- the one night I turned on the tv in California and what should appear, no shit
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane
why do I watch football?
My February mantra is:
Pray about everything
~ a challenge for this seasoned worrier. But I'm up for it.
I am pledging to show up here once a week, every Sunday, maybe sorta possibly as a way to get grounded and stay connected to you lovelies out there dreaming your own dreams.
Note: Bob's already taken...
Happy Year of the Horse!