We Missed Our Window

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 ~

my mommy-in-law

While I was away I kept thinking write write

but all I wanted to do was 

breathe breathe 

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

+ the burning question 

why do I watch football?

My February mantra is:

Don't worry about anything
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! 



















namaste
xo b