On Tuesday I was having a tough day. I had finished a rough day at work and I had an hour break before I headed to what I knew was going to be a rough ballet class. And I had forgotten my book. Crap. I generally keep books tucked all over the place, anywhere I might need one. Apparently the books that had been posted to The Car and The Ballet Bag were good enough to be promoted to house books and their positions had not yet been filled. This happens frequently. I'm too good at walking and reading at the same time.
I've been travelling a lot lately. Disneyland last weekend, then back to work for three days before I shot off to Santa Cruz for a wedding. My cats probably hate me.
I borrowed a DVD from Jenny this week. It's part of the Disney Treasures series - a special on Disneyland. I thought I might watch a little, seeing as this year is Disneyland's 50th anniversary...oh and I'm going to Disneyland in 2 days.
I tucked myself into bed around midnight last night. As I had been gone the night before, the cats were extra eager for their evening scratches, vying for the best spots on the bed. I was attempting to remain a neutral, mediating party to the disagreement until Meeko seemingly abandoned her post only to return, having launched herself from the top of the cat tree, a ball of flying fur baring fangs and claws, at poor unassuming Ben.
Sometimes you need to draw an elephant on a piece of paper to make it through the day.
It sounds weird but it's true. At least for me. Yesterday I was home alone scrubbing toilets and changing litter boxes and not having a very good time. So I put on a tiara and cued up some Broadway showtunes and got back to work, singing at the top of my lungs. It helped. My husband came home and there I am folding laundry in a tiara. He kissed me and said, "You look nice." We finished the laundry together. That's how rad my husband is.
Yesterday I took my car in for its 90,000 mile check-up. I had a $199 coupon that I had been saving for this event on my frigerator door. Not that I'm so naive to believe that I could get in and out of the mechanics for $200 when I have 90k on my car. I was expecting $500. That seems to be the standard price for sneezing in an auto shop. Turned out to be $813 by the time I had to bail my car out at the end of the day. Apparently I needed new brakes, front and back. Ouch. It's not that I bad, I tell myself. At least I got out for less that $1000.
Cheryl and I stand at the rim of the dance floor, watching the couples swirl around the room counter-clockwise. Dancers on the face of a clock running backwards. Most of the couples moving past us are swirling by in hoop skirts and coat tails, victorian lace swaying as white-gloved gentlemen lead graceful turns in a waltz rhythm. Here and there the timeline leaks or wrinkles. There goes Queen Elizabeth I, and here are Romeo and Juliet. That looks like it Regency-era lady over there, talking to a gentleman in a modern suit and tie.
I watched the next to last episode of Voyager last night. Shawn and I have been Netflixing StarTrek. We started with The Next Generation, moving through chronologically. We picked up Deep Space Nine along the timeline and bid farewell to Captain Picard after seven good seasons. And a few years into Deep Space Nine, as the war with the Dominion swelled, we met a little lost ship named Voyager, deep in the Delta Quadrant. Now the U.S.S. Enterprise has departed and we left Deep Space Nine with its prophets and changelings and self-sealing stem bolts.
How many of you remember that old rhyme from Girl Scouts about making new friends? I can't be only brownie in the batch here.
Make new friends but keep the old
One is silver and the other gold
I've spent the week visiting with friends new and old, marveling at the threads that weave us together, how they form, which ones break and which ones hold, all the way through life.