The thing about vacation is that it reminds me how to relax ... as I tend to forget during the months that pass between vacations ... and somehow I've retained the knowledge two weekends since returning home from Florida.
Probably the best souvenir I currently have is the physical color I absorbed from the Sunshine State's glorious rays. Today, under the Texas sun, I was successful in adding more pigment to the souvenir, in hopes that I might retain the entire experience, and the knowledge, a little longer.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Mammals
"Hey mom," my son asks in the car on the way home last night.
"Yes?"
"Guess which mammal is my least favorite?"
"Um, I don' t know, " I said. "A porcupine?"
"No. And porcupines are marsupials."
Well, SHIT ME. And Wiki says it's debatable, but that's not the point.
"I don't know," I say. "I give up."
"Humans," he says matter-of-factly.
Well, SHIT ME. Me, too, son. Me, too.
"Yes?"
"Guess which mammal is my least favorite?"
"Um, I don' t know, " I said. "A porcupine?"
"No. And porcupines are marsupials."
Well, SHIT ME. And Wiki says it's debatable, but that's not the point.
"I don't know," I say. "I give up."
"Humans," he says matter-of-factly.
Well, SHIT ME. Me, too, son. Me, too.
And then it got creepy
Um yeah, so after picking up my son from a visit with his father yesterday, I get a text ... which is not abnormal because it was in regard to his seeing the boy next Thursday (which is July 4) ... all normal until the end, where he wrote:
"That was a very pretty dress you had on today. I liked that much - the cut, the color, the light and airiness it seemed to have. Very nice. :)"
WTF?
He just does not get it. And by "it," I mean ANYTHING. Not one damn thing that has to do with reality, which is where I LIVE.
"That was a very pretty dress you had on today. I liked that much - the cut, the color, the light and airiness it seemed to have. Very nice. :)"
WTF?
He just does not get it. And by "it," I mean ANYTHING. Not one damn thing that has to do with reality, which is where I LIVE.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
"I would lie and say that you're not on my mind."
"Dreams ... that's where I have to go to see your beautiful face ..."
I keep having dreams of people from my past. One in particular has been taking up real estate in my head this week.
Like most dreams, this one was strange ... strange that he appeared in another one last night ... someone I knew in college and then reconnected with about six years ago. He was a different person then, is a different person now, no doubt.
In my dream, when I was trying to depart from the scene, I kept trying to write down my phone number for him, and I couldn't write ... the number nine would be a seven, two would be a three ... I was frustrated and kept repeatedly trying a different pen, a different type of paper ... I was running out of time and had to leave. And I realized, maybe that was my brain telling me that the guy I think I miss? Is the guy I *thought* he was when I was 20 years old, a guy from 1995, not the person he may be now. And so even though he was on my mind, and knowing I wrote him off two years ago and haven't heard from him since, I know better than to try to reach out or connect now. There's no reason to do so.
The guy from 1995 no longer exists, nor does my 20-year-old self.
I keep having dreams of people from my past. One in particular has been taking up real estate in my head this week.
Like most dreams, this one was strange ... strange that he appeared in another one last night ... someone I knew in college and then reconnected with about six years ago. He was a different person then, is a different person now, no doubt.
In my dream, when I was trying to depart from the scene, I kept trying to write down my phone number for him, and I couldn't write ... the number nine would be a seven, two would be a three ... I was frustrated and kept repeatedly trying a different pen, a different type of paper ... I was running out of time and had to leave. And I realized, maybe that was my brain telling me that the guy I think I miss? Is the guy I *thought* he was when I was 20 years old, a guy from 1995, not the person he may be now. And so even though he was on my mind, and knowing I wrote him off two years ago and haven't heard from him since, I know better than to try to reach out or connect now. There's no reason to do so.
The guy from 1995 no longer exists, nor does my 20-year-old self.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Circles
Yeah, I feel like I'm running in them. Baz would get that. We've talked about it a million times. We talk in circles, and I'm pretty sure everyone does.
It's June. OK, it's June 25, so you probably already KNOW it's June. But I have found myself listening to the same music as last June, even though I'm in a different place, a different year.
I've been listening to Scars on 45, with the sunroof propped, driver's side window partially down, going around the block (in a circle) just to spend a few extra minutes in the moment. Because the moment is digestible; I can't really stomach much beyond that.
It's June. OK, it's June 25, so you probably already KNOW it's June. But I have found myself listening to the same music as last June, even though I'm in a different place, a different year.
I've been listening to Scars on 45, with the sunroof propped, driver's side window partially down, going around the block (in a circle) just to spend a few extra minutes in the moment. Because the moment is digestible; I can't really stomach much beyond that.
Monday, June 24, 2013
I really just texted this to a live human
... after he had sent: "Just getting in. Dinner in the archipelago and then networking with the Aussies."
See how smooth he is? How he drops in networking with Australians he's SO familiar with he actually refers to them as "Aussies?" (I've not yet looked up "archipelago.")
Yeah, THAT smooth. So I sort of forgive myself by responding with:
"We aren't talking about Aussies. We are talking about nuts and toilets. And if my shrink, I mean, attorney thinks B is one, what does that make me? The answer is not 'a toilet.'"
Yeah. I sent that across the wireless frequency all the way to Stockholm from the States.
See how smooth he is? How he drops in networking with Australians he's SO familiar with he actually refers to them as "Aussies?" (I've not yet looked up "archipelago.")
Yeah, THAT smooth. So I sort of forgive myself by responding with:
"We aren't talking about Aussies. We are talking about nuts and toilets. And if my shrink, I mean, attorney thinks B is one, what does that make me? The answer is not 'a toilet.'"
Yeah. I sent that across the wireless frequency all the way to Stockholm from the States.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Dear Saturday,
I know you were yesterday and that today is Sunday, but I didn't get a chance to post and thank you for providing some perspective for me to reflect on my week.
You delivered my cycle today, which explains a lot, as it usually does.
Please accept my belated appreciation.
Yours,
Solo
PS: Dear Sunday,
Apologies for not issuing you your very own post. Yet -- I haven't been awake that long, so ... having said that, I realized I already need to thank you FOR NOT BEING MONDAY.
When I first awoke this morning, I thought you actually WERE MONDAY, which caused me to panic because it was 8 a.m., but then I realized it was you; I was relieved and opted to sleep in a bit longer.
Thanks for that. Maybe I'll give you some props on the FB.
You delivered my cycle today, which explains a lot, as it usually does.
Please accept my belated appreciation.
Yours,
Solo
PS: Dear Sunday,
Apologies for not issuing you your very own post. Yet -- I haven't been awake that long, so ... having said that, I realized I already need to thank you FOR NOT BEING MONDAY.
When I first awoke this morning, I thought you actually WERE MONDAY, which caused me to panic because it was 8 a.m., but then I realized it was you; I was relieved and opted to sleep in a bit longer.
Thanks for that. Maybe I'll give you some props on the FB.
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