Pink Crystal Shopping Cart

I told Evan the whole sequence. I should have come and written the whole thing down right away because it is escaping me now.

I was in someone's kitchen. Someone I liked, but didn't know that well. The house was kind of old and crappy, but I told the husband that it was nice and found a few features to compliment. The kitchen was quite small and the countertops seemed as though they were meant to be temporary, but had been there 15-20 years.

Denise Gibson came out from the guest suite/bathroom drying her hair with a towel. She was staying there as some sort of internship/exchange program.

I was in Longwood, at the intersection of Wekiva Springs Road & 436. I was on the corner where Gooding's was (I think it is Winn Dixie now) trying to cross to the corner with the trashy houses. I had a shopping cart, it was made of pink crystal, like my Lenox candy dish. At first I thought to just push it across. It was so heavy, even though it was on wheels. And then I would go at the next light. Then I realized it would get smashed or stolen so I ran after it, don't walk-type sign blinking angrily at me as I made a scurried waddle across two lanes of traffic.

Phew! I made it. I rested for a moment, then it was time. Cross over to the side where the Springs are. I didn't have the cart anymore. Denise was with me again and she was telling me different anecdotes about her schools, but giving initials for all of them and I was having a hard time following. In a voice like Paula Dean's she told me that Steve Spurrier had left her a message the other night. He said something to the effect of, "I bet you're surprised to hear from me about (product name), but this is actually me not a recording... I made some bad investments and am looking to... I have a daughter I need to take care of...)."

Then Denise and I went on to discuss logistics for a workshop. We discussed different schools that might work and I decided it would be better if I picked the spot but she ran the day since I probably would not be there due to the baby.

Vivid Dreams. 31 Weeks.

Is it best to start backwards? To add insult to injury of the preceeding six hours two little children attacked me while I was waiting to board an elevator. All the escalators were moving in the opposite direction that I wanted to go. And they moved so fast I was nearly thrown off!
I was engaged to one man, having my baby with another. In the end the baby daddy was gay. Both times I had the dream (there was a pee break in the middle) the guy I was going to marry was just awful. First time I had the dream baby daddy was Evan and it seemed maybe we were married, not sure how I got into the jam with groom #2. The second time it was old flame TS. Or, maybe he was bum #2. Ooh, the first time creepy guy was one of Ev's cartooning associates. The one from "Transylvania"...
I had nothing to wear. My closet from growing up was pretty bare and everything was tiny and fitted so I couldn't get my extra 30 pounds into it.
Manager, come sales rep, PT was my life coach. Well, she was more of a teacher. We were in a classroom, with only a few students. She gave me a big gift then listened to me explain the whole situation - how I was already married and couldn't marry the new, yucky, guy.
I missed my hair appointment with Audrey's stylist, it was $400 but she paid, what was she thinking? When I finally did leave the hotel that's when the kids attacked. Pushing a hand into my face, then one little fist near my stomach. At first the mangy babysitter/aunt held them back, then I had to pull the lift door firmly shut behind me and hold it closed while hitting the button to go up, up, up. Dreadful.

Alone at last

Almost two years since we were married and we finally have our first home together. No roommates, no parents. Just us! And the painter. And the contractor. And soon a crew of workers and a big  pile of plaster. Yes, just us!

I had such a good title, but I can't remember now that I'm awake

damnit! I can't sleep! I was having dreams that were just to weird. Judy Cohn and Ira Blecker were in tye-died tshirts singing the birchat hamazon. We were trying to find a parking spot in front of Lake Brantley. We were attending a wedding, but the parking lot was jammed with school busses and cars like it was dismissal time.

Why isn't the damn internet working? I don't want to get out of bed again, I've already woken evan three times. well, the first time he had to pee also. then he was the big spoon. but that nasal breathing, it was driving me crazy! and such short breaths. is he exercising in his sleep? mentally riding the nordic track to physical fitness? if only there was a way to know what was going on in there! 

Dream Invaders

I wake up to find Evan sitting up in bed, stooped over the computer. He likes to get up a little earlier than me because only one of our computers is connected to the internet now and I tend to hog that one. I've been very strict with him, all drawing all the time. None of this fooling around on the internet. Now that we have the GPS he even draws while I'm driving!

Anywho, I thought he was working on email. I should have known better as he never answers his emails. Turns out he was playing tetris. As a Snood & Spider Solitaire addict, I was intrigued. And then the memory came back, I dreamt in PacMan and Space Invaders. 

And then there was light

So, I woke up this morning laying on my right side with Evan curled up behind me. My mind was mixed between slumber, sex, and rude awakenings. The melody of a country song ran through every nook and cranny of my brain and I knew it was a race against the clock to write down the sweet words that were about to be erased as I became fully conscious.

"Evan, do you have any paper?"

"Mmmm. [pause] Huh?" he replied.

"I need a pencil and paper."

"There's one on your side, on the chair."

I pull a pad out from under a short stack of papers and start mumbling, "pen, there's no pen!"

Evan rolls half way over, grabs a pen, and then back. One of the perks of being married to a cartoonist, there's always pencil and paper.

All this build up, I hope it is worth it, for here is what I wrote:

Oh I(iiiiiiii) don't smoke tobacco and I don't drink no more

Now I(iiiiiiii) like to keep things simple
But I feel high when I'm in your arms