internal dialogue: “Eep! outdated date! must update! urgent! ::updates:: phew.”
More progress on one front made in the past few days than in the past few years. And things feel different and things feel the same. Still tons of dreamings, and reflective memories come on occasion and I do not mind; I really don’t regret; the reasons and non-reasons all remain sound; and I am glad and grateful for what is and what wasn’t and what may yet be. Nothing is ever isolated, and the past proves the possibilities. And I know what to look for in a wave. Cookies continue. I’d like to better understand things like negative ions. I’m not sure where outside my home I’d ever wear these haltertops, though summer at home will likely see them plenty. I finally have an indoor thermometer, so I can check my feels against my actuals. I consider my nose a gift from my mother, because it mattered to her. I’m still very good at scowling and glaring, and I’m also very good at smiling. I’m getting better at going to bed and perhaps less good at staying in it; that latter could be the lack of sleep mask. My favorite shows include the Good Place, Doctor Who, Killjoys, and Elementary. I miss Smash and Battlestar Galactica. I’m considering interrupting Oathbringer to simultaneously read Iron Gold. I remain very happy with my hair cut — continued thank you to Jhonny at Cahra at Rio — it’s the professional and very proper version of the style I cut myself years back. Chocolate bunny grahams remain a favorite, as does tuna with chopsticks. [Blue] painter’s tape remains at very useful thing. Currently I’m feeling Good Fortune’s wonton noodle soup. Very very good news gained. Anticipationspren happily abound.
Dreams involved I think two sibling pairs of cousins. And a school play. And during rehearsal being expected to sing lead in one of the segments except I was very distracted trying to reach siblings through messaging on phone, and then didn’t know the song whatsoever, and teacher was absurdly kind about and suggested I do a next time show if I wanted.. And I think two of the cousins made it to the play later and it was a very eclectic theater including a back room with large fish tanks, surely student projects; they looked good though and served well enough in backdrop for the play. …
Today, on her first birthday, an angel died.
The day is Easter-colored with cobalt blue sky; bright fresh green leaves; magenta azaleas and redbuds; white lily of the valleys, dogwood blossoms; tulips and bleeding hearts; chirping finches and flitting sparrows.
I was compelled to write a message to someone, and then remembered I could post to my blog. ::Happy::
It’s midas moment and the geese are in it and the beginning-to-blossom trees are bright white, the evergreens are saturated pine, and the sky is a gorgeous cobalt.
*6:55 pm caught another midas moment near GW parkway; all the bare branches velvet mauve and burnished gold, so bright by the cobalt sky.
Discovered the reason the daffodils in the front yard are all looking so subdued is because a little girl in a bright pink jacket has been swooping in (she was in and out before I had time to think “hey—”) and collecting all the perky-looking blossoms. It’s probably okay; my best guess is that she’s taking them home to her mother, and that’s a pretty fair outcome for spring flowers, no matter how and who carefully planted them.