::it seemed important at the time::

I know you,
I walked with you
once upon a dream
I know you,
the gleam in your eyes
is so familiar a gleam
Yet I know it's true
that visions are seldom
all they seem
--Jack Lawrence, Sammy Fain,
& Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky
From "Sleeping Beauty"

7.06.05

Lately I . . .
  • have lost seven pounds
  • got good real mail from Elizabeth, the last true pen-and-ink correspondent known to the human race (and perfectly timed, girfriend. perfectly timed.)
  • broke my vow to stay off Two Peas for July because I needed to congratulate new Garden Girls (this is a big deal and seemed inexcusably rude to not acknowledge)
  • ordered a lamp from a catalog that turned out to be hideously awful in real life
  • ordered a mail organizer from a catalog that turned out to be wonderfully cool in real life . . . and twice as big as I thought it would be
  • have two sick parents
  • crave comfortable friendships with mature women
  • have had trouble concentrating when I read
  • received a rubber stamp from Tracy that makes me bust out in a huge smile every time I look at it
  • turned down Tara's invite to a stamp convention in Carson because of a previous commitment and am really bummed because it would have been fun
  • dreamed a very short, vivid dream involving a mystery man who seemed so real, and who had brown eyes and a serious face and asked me what I thought, and then waited while I thought about what I thought. (Thought about what? What was the part before, that I didn't dream? And the part after? What did I say I was thinking about? And did we live happily ever after?) I woke up and had fallen in love with someone who talked to me for one second in a dream. I keep thinking about him. What is wrong with me?
  • had a wonderful Fourth of July, complete with yummy barbecue and city fireworks seen from our front porch, with everybody there (note to self: sneakily chop off top of neighbor's tree next year on July 3, as it somewhat obscures view)
  • have become concerned that I am not a good scrapbooker at all (normally don't think much about this one way or the other, but am hampered right now by very strong feelings of self-doubt and confusion about the hobby . . . from whence, I do not know)
  • accidentally closed the cat in the linen cupboard for five hours, but she liked it because she's strange and likes small dark enclosed spaces, and never meowed to get out
  • am wanting to stay home and not go anywhere
  • have enjoyed cuddly reading time on the couch with Claire, who is more and more interactive with the ideas when we read. It's so exciting to see her mind explode with new concepts.
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