Saturday, July 23, 2011
Some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug.
Definitely a bug day today. Lots of busy dreams about being lost, or dirty, or just not belonging. I dragged sorry butt out of bed in time to get all spiffed up for the meeting, then sat through steering committee meeting afterward, where we steered admirably, trying to stay on course, which is always the trick, isn't it? Made myself a consolation hamburger sandwich. At least it was on cracked wheat sourdough, and really, really delicious. Then a friend and I took our adorable dogs over to a local dog park so everyone could admire them. Pickle had a ball, racing about with her blond tresses streaming out behind her, very glamorous. Then to the Village where we had some really yummy ice cream. Cheesecake ice cream. Oh, dear, there goes the diet for today. Now in sugar coma, which is better than previous general malaise. Better now than later, as the WEDDING looms, T minus 7 days and counting. Weather is lovely at the moment, warm without upsetting any sweat glands, nice cool breeze. Would be just nifty if it kept up through next weekend. Meanwhile, I peck away at pastels, now with gloves to keep pigment from under fingernails and around cuticles. Grooming must take precedence over creativity till the big event is history. Doing odd things like trimming eyebrows (cannot pluck, follicles die and I would wind up with bald forehead), shaving chin hair, grinding away at heels with shredder thingie, exfoliating, depilatating, stuff like that. This is my one appearance as MOB (mother of the bride). I want to be stellar at it. It is all good. Dogs are all pooped out, neighborhood is quiet, time for a steamy novel and some Masterpiece Theatre.