Friday, October 22, 2004

And then the giggles returned.  Just like a flash.  I still feel a twinge of homesickness, but it's Friday afternoon and I know it's going to be a lovely weekend. Dinner out (some new place in Little Italy, I believe) and then a movie tonight. Hiking tomorrow (yay for orange and red and yellow!), some relaxing and then a super-birthday-party.  Quite excited to get to meet new folkies.  I'm thinking I'll go on my own so I'm forced to talk to new people rather than people I already know all the stuff about. Sunday: some vague ideas of times with the boys, but I'm trying to leave it open for some working and some "what do i feel like doing now" moments. Um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddle-di-um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddle-di supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...     Comments2:12:32 PM

I need a red guitar so I can start my lessons.   Comments2:03:17 PM

There on the edge of the allocated space He could see what my eyes wanted It wasn't his place to give it Or stop me from getting it But, he saw it And that site...that site took my breath away I hadn't said a word Me, who talks and talks and talks, I hadn't said a word And yet he knew He understood He could say it for me He could understand what made my mind struggle His knowledge made him want me to get it He wanted to see what would happen When it came off the shelf and into my hands And when I didn't have that want in my eyes Maybe to see what would be next Probably he already knows Comments1:07:42 PM

Some people are better at everything. Some people are better at some things (which implies that they are worse at some things).  Some people are worse at everything. - SFC teehee. Comments12:47:17 PM

Darn that Scooter for giving me logic [seemingly beyond my grasp until i hear it] for my emotions. He makes it seem so easy.  More to come. I'm fine.  I realized my posts today seem a little down.  They're not.  Just tired and thoughtful at the same time. Comments11:01:58 AM

In her hands she held the pearls that once connected her to the sky.   With the pearls she could feel the life that had once controlled her spin. Without a spin she didn't know how to move into a new direction   Comments10:00:30 AM

Restless sleep full of insecurity-filled dreams.  Now sitting with half-open eyes....even after a full cup of coffee.  Hhmm..... I feel a bit like a 7-year old, latch-key kid who has missed the bus...it's not that you love school...but you'll get in trouble if you don't go...but your mom will be in trouble if she has to leave work to come take you to school.  I kinda want my mom to come take me to school, anyway.  So, I'm feeling selfish.  What's this sudden desire for external care?  Sheesh!  Comments9:16:49 AM

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