E. E. Cummings Quote

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."

Classic White Car

I live in the country with no neighbors to speak of.  Once a week, on my way to the town where my son goes to school and I work, I take the recycling to our collection site.  This occurs on Friday.  At work on Friday we can wear jeans if we wear a school t-shirt.  One Thursday evening I did laundry so I could wear a school shirt a co-worker had given me earlier in the week.

That night I dream that I am getting ready to leave in the morning and forgot to load up the recycling.  As I rush around in my pink sweater, turtleneck, skirt and heels (an outfit I actually own but would never wear to work) I realize I had forgot to wear the shirt that I had intentionally washed last night.  My neighbor pulls up in a classic car, pristine white and points out that there is a classic white truck in her garage.  As I ask her if I should move it out of her garage I wonder to myself why I even think it is my responsibility.  She indicates that she knows whose it is and that they are inside her house so I get in her car and we are suddenly driving through a flea market looking for someone who, in the dream is known to both of us, and in actuality is one of my students.  We need to find him because he is going to give us a discount on a joint cell phone plan.  I see several other students, who are his friends, but we never find him.

The next morning as I drive to work I pass that classic white car of my dream neighbor.  In the three years of driving around this town, the same route to the school - I have NEVER seen that car.

Follow Dreams When You Are Young

My 20 year old son wants to be a musician.  He's got the heart of an artist and little by little he is making his way in the music world - in addition to his day job, and his evening job. Currently he's promoting his first CD.

My mother always joked about how horrible it would be if a child wanted to grow up to be a musician.

Not me - when I'm shopping in WalMart listening to my iPod and one of my son's songs comes on - I imagine how I would feel if it was on the Muzak over the whole store.  I think I would stop other shoppers and tell them that was my son.

But overall, whether he makes it or he doesn't, I'm so glad he is trying now to achieve his dreams while he is young.  I wish I had had his courage when I was that age.  I've known since I was 12 I wanted to be a writer.  And what do I have to show for that dream?

Live your life with no regrets - try everything and even if you fail, at least you'll have the success of having tried and not the eternal wondering of "what if I had tried".

If I Live That Long

My husband and I reached our tenth wedding anniversary this year.  At our church, once a month they call up the people who are having birthdays or anniversaries in the month and say a special blessing for them.  My husband does not like a lot of attention though so we never go up.  I had hoped maybe since it was our tenth he would agree to go up but he did not.  After church he said we'd go up for our fiftieth.  So I told him we had a date in forty more years but a little voice at the back of my head laughed at myself and I realized how silly it sounded to think that I was going to live another forty years.

This thought pops into my head at other times too.  Is it a form of self-protection?  Or a realistic reminder of what my subconcious knows is yet to come?

Zip Code

It occurs to me that as July 12, 2017 is written on the blog url it looks like a zip code.  Turns out the zip code belongs to Monroe, Louisiana.  Specifically to a PO box.  Because I have a PO box I understand that sometimes a zip code belongs only to a set of boxes in a postal station and no other places - as is the case with this one.  Monroe is now on my radar - if I was offered a trip there it would be a priority.  But it is not high on my intentional vacation list.