spring break top 10 list

1. Meeting nora o'connor and enjoying her music live.
2. Tri-training. Especially swimming for miles and miles.
3. Snow. Amazing snow.
4. Sleeping in until 9:30. Guilt-free reading in bed.
5. Enjoying another's company--even though we had nothing--absolutely nothing-- in common.
6. Movies at Bear's Place.
7. Yellow daisies.
8. Having a drink before noon on a Tuesday.
9. Morning skies.
10. Someone wrote "love is everywhere" on a trashcan outside the MCPL. Beautiful.

Just watched THE GOOD GIRL with Jennifer Aniston, Jake Gyllenhaal and John C. Reilly and although there were parts that were ridiculous, I could relate. And sheeuut, Jake Gyllenhaal has the most amazing eyes I have ever seen...hold me back, whoa.


Next, BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER..good stuff.
Looking for one of the songs--I think it's called "glass vase cello case" by tattle tale?



Here's to hoping you are safe--and happy this week.

wrong place, right time

Happy Hour.
A blanket invitation to celebrate the beginning of a vacation is usually a definite no when it comes to rsvping--or attending. But after an exhausting, lonely week and evening rehearsal with nothing else planned until later, I figured, what the hell. There must be someone in attendance to hang with.
Wrong.
I show up and am the only one not wearing a sweater vest, ball cap or the school colors. Great.
So I sit down and order my usual, thinking I would be much better off drinking alone, as I usually do. I feign interest in topics discussed, make cell calls to family and friend hoping they pick up so I can excuse myself--to no avail. I make smalltalk while I order a double, and settle up quickly.

On the way home, I receive a warning of the old man's heart throb from years past, who will be staying in our house over the weekend. I could have predicted that three year's ago. And although I am not surprised--he continues to discuss inviting my parents over for the family Easter Egg Hunt--and oh, yeah, I can come too. I disconnect feeling angry and miserable--like losing everything in a crap shoot--and all I want is my girl. Just let me hold my girl.

feliz cumpleaños to my Spanish Scholar

Happy Birthday, D.C. freak.

Just heard a few great tunes--Louis Armstrong with Oscar Peterson recording an amazing rendition of "You Go To My Head" also Harry Connick, Jr. doing "I Only Have Eyes for You". The dj always plays my requests--thanks, Mr. DJ.

The old grind has been wearing me down. The last few weeks have felt like being stranded out in the middle of the ocean, sun beating down with no sign of rescue. The days have been long and grueling; makes it hard to know why I get up--nothing to look forward to but the day's end-and sleep, ahh, the glorious escape of sleep. But the dreams are mirror images of the day-to-day fight, only more graphic and unforgiving.

I must admit, old Blogger, that there have been moments where I certainly questioned my existence. I just have to believe there is more to life than this loveless, meaningless habitrail....

But someone opened a window today. And for a fleeting moment The Sun shown down on me.
I thank him for that.

grey to clear...

My, my will you look at the time?
Wasted, all these years gone by
and I can't even talk to you, don't even try.
Ooh, well.
Down here it says you left, and I'm
waiting for the grey to clear,
I don't know what I'm runnin' on but
sometime ago our hope was gone down here.
What I wouldn't give for real love.
What I wouldn't give for that-- piece of mind--
down here.

Down here I'm leavin' the light on,
Well, I guess I could be wrong
down here.

I know, I tend to get down,
Can't even feel when it's comin' around,
but I sure could use some kind of hope about now
ooh, well.

Down here it says you left and I'm
waiting for the grey to clear
I don't know what I've been runnin' on
but sometime ago our hope was gone
down here.

What I wouldn't give for real love
What I wouldn't give for that piece of mind
down here.