i just stepped out to get some lunch and on the way back i passed the trinity church. i had to see why there was really loud synthesizer music playing. as i neared the door, i caught glimpses of people moving about and when i got to the edge of the door i found a dozen or so elderly couples (and we're talkin' OLD PEOPLE) ballroom dancing.
it was really very endearing ... all the twirling, the spinning, the shuffling, the- oh dear, no! not the ... yes! the dipping! - please, sir, don't hurt your back!
i guess that's why the music was so gawd-awful loud. hearing aids - n- all.
my favorite were the two or three 90+ yr old men sitting in straight-back chairs, holding their canes, watching ... pointing and smiling and muttering something to each other. probably something like, "ooh, look at that mrs. yuen ... what nice hair she has, and those calves! vrrroooom!".
i so can't wait to be a dirty old man.
today is my last real day of full-time work. it's rather anti-climactic. especially since i'll be back in three weeks to work part-time for the month of september. i was expecting fireworks of glee - glee i tell you! but, no, it's just another day ... more work to be done, plans to be laid, visions to be had.
mostly, i'm thiking about the vacation i begin tomorrow and all the shit that has to get done between now and then. will someone please remind me to plan a "get your shit together day" at the beginning of every vacation? what was i thinking?
in other news, i'm feeling rather great. pretty high-spirited underneath my exhaustion. i'm so looking forward to a couple weeks of freedom in my car ... alone!
my only plan is to not die or get horribly mamed or anything. is that more than one plan?
alright, gotta go ... i have a piece of greenbean stuck between my teeth and it's driving me nuts.
bon voyagi!
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my only plan is to not die or get horribly mamed or anything. is that more than one plan?funny, that's my plan too all the time. not just for vacations.
First of all, why didn't I know you have a blog. You read mine. You should be on Livejournal with the cool kids or at least the derelict kids who wanted to be geeks in HS or is it the geeky kids who wanted to be derelicts? who knows.
Anyway, don't worry about what you did or didn't do to get ready...you have a credit card and a car and you are not going to Ghana. Go have yourself a relaxing, no responsibility, what-am-I-f'ing-doing-anxiety-inducing time. When you feel groundless and free and that freaks you out, remember that I need you around, but not if that . Float free. Feel the wind. Smell the sea. Pull over on the side of the road for no reason and roll around in the grass or sand. Smell as much as you can, taste as much as you can, hear as much as you can, drum as much as you can, feel as much as you can...don't wait to be a dirty old man.
Thanks for being. Love you.
See you soon,
Cheryl (the evil one, that is)
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