Do you HAVE to know?

Someone aasked me today, "well, what are you passionate about?"

As if I could answer that. It changes daily.

"I welcome the world ahead of me and wrap my arms around every opportunity and give it a tight squeeze and tell it I love it with sweet, gentle whispers in it's ears. Then I stroke it's hair until it falls gently asleep in my lap. Then wake it up with some good coffee and hand-picked blueberries and scones and ride it's slick, smooth back while hanging on to it's fins through every fantastic wave. Iamgratefulforeverymomentamen."

But really...I do wake up these days with an extra spring in my step. Can't say why...passion? Sure...

I fall in love so often. Ideas. Pictures. People. Sleep. Of course, I tend to get heartbroken easily but why is that such a bad thing? I know where to find good chocolate. And by chocolate, I mean vodka.

Almond Joy and Mounds

Sometimes you wake up and everything is dandy, sometimes you don't.

A choice.
Ketchup or mustard. Maybe they are out of mustard but hey, even though you don't like ketchup, you could add a little pepper and Tabasco to it to make it much better. Right?

Or lemons out of lemonade.
I'm gonna go start a fight with someone at the laundry. If I can't fix my feelings I can work them out on a total stranger until I feel bad about making them feel bad and have to swallow what I was really feeling in the first place.

I think a lot of people operate this way.
Today, I choose pepper and Tabasco.

Shindigs and Birthday Parties

Doing a little showy show thing tonight at Dixon place. Fun, loaded stuff. Nice to play.

I haven't washed my hair since Friday night but turns out it is perfect for the show.

Friday was a blurry birthday party night for a couple of good friends.

Sunday Night Blahs

When I was a kid I used to get incredibly, ridiculously anxious on Sunday nights. God's Day 'O Rest...homework left to the last minute...Emily King laughing at my Boy George t-shirt in front of the entire cheer-leading squad...not sure why. But I would do things like rearrange my room, make the bed, get completely dressed for school and THEN go to sleep...oh so carefully as to not mess up the throw pillows or my hair. Like laying down onto a $4 raft in a kiddie pool with a wave machine. But that way, all I had to do was wake up and brush my teeth! Very efficient I thought. Until once at three in the morning my mother came in for some reason...I think the vacuum woke her...and the expression on her face illustrated the abnormalcy I was portraying.

I look back on little habits I had as a child, talking to 'God' who I believed was in the air conditioner, conversing with myself in the mirror for hours on end in the evening at bath time, my 'scientific experiments' that I hid under the bathroom sink which usually involved a body fluid (just fluid) and cleaning products...and I think 1. maybe I was kind of weird and lonely, 2. I was really creative and interested in EVERYTHING and had to find ways to hide it, or 3. I was kind of weird and lonely. I did have a lot of friends though.

I don't stay up all night on Sundays practicing how to fold a love note to Mike Norwood...anymore...which would be really strange since I haven't seen him since the third grade...but I do feel that left-over anxiety. "This is the end of something and the beginning of another."

Opportunity?

Sometimes I think we think too much.

I just realized the irony of typing that.

I truly suspect people with Downs Syndrome have the secret. I DO NOT mean this as a joke or in any offensive, disrespectful manner. What little I know of what we have decided as a society is an affliction - this syndrome, I find really beautiful and simple.

I should start a soft ball team.

Saturday

Greg makes Quinoa with David Lynch. "...so straaannngggeee what luuve doesss..."