All my alarms went off.
Well, this one has dreams like this:
And now I am going to sleep. Last night, my dreams were of signing books for people. Everybody I had ever known was in the signing line, and I signed, and I signed, and I signed…
Yes I was the older woman wearing black and tie-dye and a small, working tiara and my tat sleeves. If that didn’t mess with the normal mall-goer’s cognitive sense of reality, I can’t help them.
After work I had a lovely dinner with my Mom at a little restaurant in Rensselaer. Funny thing of the night – we decide on that as our destination. We get there and the people ahead of us going in was a former neighbor of Mom’s and her daughter. We all got told that they were pretty booked but that it shouldn’t be too long – reservations, Friday night etc etc.
So we chatted while waiting and the hostess came back and said, “I have a table of four available, any chance you’d like to sit together?” And we all said yes!
An unexpected bonus, for sure. Had a lovely time, sharing memories and catching up. The food was excellent. We got separate checks and even though I had a Newcastle and a creme brulée, Mom made out pretty well because birthday people get a free dinner!
We all ended up with enough food for a couple days and rolled out of there quite content and happy.
All in all a good day. People who had cognitive dissonance: you can thank me in a few days.
[We] must thank the gods for art, those of us who have been fortunate enough to stumble onto this means of venting our craziness, our meanness, our towering disgust.
After his success, Crumb sold a stack of his original sketchbooks in exchange for a chateau in the French countryside where he continues to live and work.
Now that’s a goal worthy of the bucket list.
and if you want to sing along… (go here if you need a reminder and a big smile too!)
Let your intentions create your methods and not the other way around.
