"A pocket is no place for a smile anyhow." Blues Traveler

Finally, was able to do my run outside. Almost forgot how good that feels. Ooo, baby.:-)

As a snake's shedding skin, grey, rough+ uncomfortable, hard understanding the transition. Soon tho new colors appear as is starting again.

Complaining doesn't help, so I don't usually, but the hips are playing Tinman this morning. Now, where's that darn oil can! :-)

I don't mind watching Texas Hold 'Em on TV. But it's like golf or b-ball, so much more fun to play than watch.

Now attending concert. One 45 min piece was hard to take, but ended with Battle Hymn, one of my favorites.

Yesterday was so beautiful and sunny out and today? Blah, blah! Boo hoo! I wanted to play outside!

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." Nelson Mandela

"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul. And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all." Emily Dickinson

This a.m. was excited to try my new Rx transition lenses. But now wondering how close to the sun I must be for them to turn light to dark?

"We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves." Lynn Hall: Where Have All the Tigers Gone?

My recumbent bike broke, too. I think it's a mutiny!

I had one of those dreams last night that make no sense, but wake you up like a shot in the middle of the dark.

I was at a friend's party in a house I've never seen before. It was very fancy and nicely decorated. There were some statues and what not made out of glass. There was a glass house about the size of a bread box and some very old, obviously antique dishware. As I walked by the display, there was a little kid nearby trying to reach the plates and the glass house. As I past the kid, I heard behind me some movement and noises. I turned and found the house and the plates falling off the shelf. I ran back to try to stop the inevitable crash. I saved the plates, but the house fell and broke as it hit the floor.

Everyone at the party turned upon hearing the noise. The little kid looked up at me, and my friend came running over. Expecting my friend to be thankful I helped save one of the items, I was stunned to find him yelling at me and asking what did I think I was doing. It was one of those moments where no words come to your lips. I couldn't seem to say, "Wait, I didn't drop it. The kid did. I was trying to save the stuff." It was one of the moments where you don't understand why your friend doesn't give you the benefit of the doubt.

The kid, of course, said nothing. As kids do. She just stood there and let me take the fall. And I took it. I took the fall, because someone had to and at that point, it would have looked like I was trying to pin it on the kid. It would have been hard to believe.

But the sad part was, I knew in that moment, my friend wasn't acting as much of a friend. My friend wouldn't even have listened to me, had I tried to state my case. He didn't give me the benefit of the doubt or even the chance to speak. They should know me better than that. But it seemed, what I had to say, my thoughts on the matter, were not even considered. It was assumed I was at fault. That hurt.

That dream woke me up. When I awoke, I wanted to call my friend to convince myself it was a dream and that we were still friends. Of course, I was groggy and dopey from sleep. But as I thought more about contacting them, I thought, how stupid would that be. What could I say when I had them on the phone? I didn't do it. The kid did it. Dumb, but dreams are like that. They are so real and the messages they send cause feelings which are so intense. And they get to the heart of what is really troubling a person. And today, still, I feel like I've done something wrong somehow, when I never did do anything wrong in the first place.

I'm such a dufus, I know, but I wish I'd hear from my friend, just to let me know, it really was just a dream.

"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort." Herm Albright

My treadmill finally gave up. :-( Boo hoo.

I decided to finally check it out. This a.m. I had my first ever massage...now it's time to work out...I think I did this backwards!

"In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning." A E Housman

Me: Do you like cops? He's pretty hot. His face is a bit chiseled, but cute. H: The face is the morst important. (most & more...I guess?!)

And the weekend begins, Yay!. . . well, okay. . .there's a bit o' work tomorrow, but what's 8 hours? Let the weekend begin. . .

"An optimist is the human personification of spring." Susan J. Bissonette

Dreams are intense at times. They can be so pure in thought, and so focused in emotion. They clarify what has become muddied with time.

"You pop into my dreams, like you own the place. A hard trick to play, on a heart which skips a beat. It seems so true, still wish one t

Hey, wascally wabbits, Happy Easter!

Spent the day downtown at Navy Pier with H&H. It was nice, a little chilly, though.

"Here in my room, sweet music playing. I'm sure it's out there waiting, my misplaced epiphany. Never learned to know when to let it all go."

Any day I can get Pops laughing is a great day! :-D

If, after many tries, your 78 year old father will just not come out for breakfast, then I guess it's time to bring breakfast to him.

If, after many tries, your 78 year old father will just not come out for breakfast, then I guess it's time to bring breakfast to him.

Good Friday, 20+ years ago, I was the passenger in a bad car accident. Even today, if I travel on this day, I must be the driver. Quirky!

There's a couple who come out onThursdays. They don't say much to each other but they dance almost every song. It's so touching.

RA Doc: You seem well Me: If I keep moving, it can't catch me. Doc: You're more active than my patients 20 years younger. Me: Yay for me!

Woman are a dime a dozen
They come and they go
But this one has hope
Though she's living life's lows

And this flower needs sun
Words you say burn her strength
Right or wrong, needs you so
So careful, careful as you go

What's she doing with you
Maybe ask yourself this question
'Cause oil and water don't mix
Like polar opposites
It's dichotomy.

Holding you late at night
She sighs when you go
Feels lost and you don't know
Why is she waiting for you

So watch who you play with
She can't let her heart go
She's been hurt before
But she believes and she needs

Something in you crazy boy
She only knows this need
Her voices warn her so
She's finding she can't let go

What's she doing with you
Maybe ask yourself this question
'Cause oil and water don't mix
Like polar opposites
It's dichotomy.

Maybe there's more there
Which you refuse to see
Does she hide her gaze
So you can't really see

She's always done the right thing
Not sure how you fit in
Just knows what you bring
She the flower and you, the sun

April 2009

She had to know for herself
Had to be engulfed
Tangled Picasso style
To see what she could see
From the marred
Conviction of cause

From light to dark
One short walk
One wrong move
From warm to cold
A better sense
More understanding
How a simple kiss
A simple matter
Had the power
And changed it all
Never the same
Had to learn how
Moments matter

She had to learn on her own
Was it easy to falter
Falling down hard on knees
Once up again never
Never the same
Conviction of crimes

From light to dark
One short walk
One wrong move
From warm to cold
A better sense
More understanding
How a simple kiss
A simple matter
Had the power
And changed it all
Never the same
Had to learn how
Moments matter

Emersed in the sense of fail
Not to go back again
She needed to know why
What drives these endless needs
And Beethoven plays
Conviction of cause


April 2009

Recently, was shocked to learn the Cookie Monster can no longer eat cookies. What the hell? He's the COOKIE Monster for goodness sake!

Woke up about an hour ago. Have to get up in about an hour. And I ran out of sheep! I love nights like this.:-)

Generally, I find that when the majority of people agree with me, it's a sure fire sign I need to re-evaluate the issue + my viewpoint.

March: ran 26 of 31 days, averaging 3.6 miles a day.

One of those mornings when my mind was running laps and I wasn't even awake yet! Guess that accounts for why my eyes are leaking slightly. I just don't understand why folks make things so hard on other folks. I just need this done so that I can move on and get back to living. That's the whole point.

I am waiting for an epiphany which will show me how to make all the numbers work. I know it's out there and God knows, if I don't find it, it won't be found. I just feel a lot of pressure and I just want to be out from under the, figurative, thumb.