Day 135

Winking Lizard.


I Didn't sleep well last night.

The wind was constantly howling and rattled windows throughout the house.

Dreams were filled with natural disasters, end of world scenarios and personal terror.
Not being able to sleep, I crept downstairs, sure that at least the cat would be as restless as I.

Scare-dy Cat?

Not so much.

Day 134

Tree-lighting.

"My cousins used to have a crazy cocker spaniel but it didn't turn me off to men."
-Cindi Verbelun (discussing the sex drives of animals and their effects on the humans they encounter,or her post-graduate bestiality phase...one or the other).

Day 133

Bills.





How do you make it through the holidays when unemployment strikes?

I realize I am not the first person finding themselves without work at the start of December, but where are the self-help books to guide your path and keep you smiling and sane by January 1st of the new year?

I suppose I could cut coupons.
Make my Christmas gifts instead of buying them.
Ride my bike and walk wherever possible.

Maybe even find a job.

Day 132

Red Robin.

When you misplace your alarm clock and awake an hour behind schedule, is your day wasted?

Do you curse your luck and not bother trying to make up the lost time?
Do you run around like mad until you feel you have earned the missing hour back?
Or do you go back to sleep, because you can't remember why you set your alarm clock so early in the first place?

Day 131

All Souls Day.

When did 30 get to be the new 40?
While growing up there were no end of "Over the Hill" parties for my parent's friends and older relatives.

It always seemed appropriate.
40 is a milestone to be proud of. To celebrate.
Halfway to 80.
On your way to OLD.

When did we start putting as much emphasis on 30?

Some say Hallmark and the greeting card industry.
Some say American retailers trying to cash in on anything possible.

I say it was episode 160 of "Friends" in 2001 where Rachel (Jennifer Aniston) turned 30 and had a breakdown and each other cast member reminisced about their own 30th. The show was so enormously popular and thus began the trend of creating a big deal out of the 30th birthday. Or so I like to think!

And as I stare at all the wonderful gifts I received and look at the pictures from the best birthday party I ever had (without a Whopper Hopper), I am definitely NOT complaining!

Day 130

Dreams.

I have this reoccurring dream of running towards the stage to make an entrance but never getting my legs to move fast enough to make it on time.

According to a dream interpretation website it signifies my lack of self-esteem and self-confidence.

Interesting?
Or crap?

Anyone who knows me knows I lack not in self-confidence or self-esteeem.
But if the dream is always heading towards a stage does it have something to do with the fact that my stage manager Forbidden Broadway is always scrutinizing my every move and constantly treating me as if I am an undergrad? Or maybe I don't trust myself onstage as much as I'd like to believe I do? Or maybe my fear of the show closing early?

Fine.
Feel better?
Maybe.

But nothing explains why I was wearing the Santa Suit.

Day 129

Diane Reame.

It has been said:
Publishing Poetry is like tossing a rose petal off of the top of the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.