Chinese, Japanese, Knobby Knees, What are these?

Lately I feel like I'm not retaining memories of my life. It's all just slipping past in a blur. I always feel like I'm present and in the moment, but the minute I move to a new location it's all gone. For example yesterday. I got up around 9:00, went to my mom's house by 10:00 and spent a chunk of the day there doing laundry and chatting, I left around 4:00, was at Nick's house by 4:30 swinging in the saggy hammock and planting lovely plants in a garden, and then around 8:30 I was home and doing... something. This was yesterday. It feels like it was a week ago.

Lately it's incredibly hard to find charts at work. I'm not sure where the ones I want are hiding but I do know that they don't seem to be in any of the usual places. It makes it hard to pass on phone messages and solve issues that patients are having. It all gets done, but with much more stress & aggravation than it used to.

This play is almost done. This upcoming weekend is the last weekend. I think I'm going to Ohio on Sunday, I should firm up those plans. Tomorrow perhaps. Tomorrow I'll do a lot of things.

glaciers melting in the dead of night

Yesterday I went to a big "garage" sale at my sister's church. I had just arrived and was glancing over the tables when I spotted a small pink gumball machine. I thought "Hey, I used to have one exactly like that" and oh how the childhood memories came rushing back. I pointed it out to my mom and was I the verge of asking her if she knew were mine was when the look on her face informed me that she knew exactly where mine was. It was on that table. That made me angry for awhile. Who gives away somebody else's stuff for somebody else's garage sale. Lame. It is true that I have nothing to do with a pink gumball machine and didn't want it but it's the principle of the thing. I got over my anger. The money's going to youth missions and I suppose that's fine, but thanks for giving away my childhood, mom. Sifting through the junk I also found an old jelly belly dispenser and a table lamp from my youth. Redonculous.

Our play opened this weekend and got a surprisingly good review in the paper. I haven't really enjoyed this show while it was happening because it was a lot of sitting around for me, but now that I'm in the homestretch I have that it-wasn't-so-bad feeling. I'm still glad we're getting towards the end though. There's no love lost between this show and I. Yesterday I did wear fake eyelashes for it though. They made me beautiful and made everyone fall in love with me. Now I'm going to eat lunch. Here's a picture of my mom & Kristin. I saw them yesterday. Sarrah's not in it because she was at her thieving garage sale.

I believe we can reach the morning light

When I was in elementary school I had a dream where I went to someone's birthday party and everyone in my class was there. Somewhere in the middle of the fesitivities a strange man in a tan members only jacket, a dark baseball cap, and heavy 80's shades came in and started cutting off peoples toes. You would never see him cutting them off or see toeless feet, that would've been far too gross for my little baby brain, but you knew because whenever someone's toes were cut off they turned into bad news. Eventually, I was the only one left at the party with all my toes and everyone was trying to get me. Turrible.

Last night I also dreamt that there was a birthday party only this time it was my own. I can't remember all the people that I saw there. I remember Kendra & Pete, and oddly, Pedro was there and Nick was there. There was a sense of impending doom about the party. (Only on my part because everyone else was having a lovely time.) I knew something terrible was going to happen and so I started confronted certain people on what it was. This somehow led me to the knowledge that eventually vampires/zombies were going to come to the party and start turning everyone there into vampire or zombies. In the dream I had memories of when it had happened a time before and how awful it had been that time. In true noble fashion & concern for all the dear friends at my party I planned to leave early, by myself, before everything went down. I figured I still had an hour or so though so I hung around. I found Nick and I told him that if certain strange happenings occurred after I had left for him to leave immediately. I didn't explain what was going on, I just told him it was really important that he got out. Right as we were having that discussion though strangers starting appearing around the room and I grabbed him and ran for the parking lot. There were a lot of these evil people and some stayed behind to get my guests but quite a few chased after Nick & me outside. I made it to my car, but by the time I got inside, I noticed Nick was still outside and it was too late. The dream went on in a very lonely and uneasy fashion. It is not pleasant to be the last human in a zombie/vampire world. I suppose that's what I get for not trying to get everybody out, but sometimes we just make bad choices.

Sometimes dreams are easier to decipher than others.