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I was either tired or depressed or GOD needed to tell me something. I slept until 8:55! I just do not do that. When I was a youngster I was up at 5 to spend breakfast with my dad and a wee bit of that was motivated by upsetting my mother who would daily get angry because we (dad and I) would allegedly get honey or sugar everywhere. Maybe she was just trying to upset me so I would quit getting up and having tea with my dad. Maybe he was too polite to tell me he wanted his breakfast moments to be alone time. No matter!!! I have very fond memories of breakfast tea with my dad. He recalled them with humor and a slight melancholy. So ….. I was dreaming. One of those vividly colorful action packed dreams. With a wide range of emotion. I can still feel the stiff yet soft, texture of the raw silk my gown was made of on my fingertips.

Mother had eye surgery so I went over around noon to check on her and help her with her eye drops and get her some lunch, a chocolate milkshake. I said
hey mom, is there some CSI on during the day?” She had no idea so I popped it on and House was just going off. We waited and NCIS came on. “Hey mom! It’s your boyfriend Jethro!! NCIS is on.” She practically leaped out of bed and over to her TV turned it on, found the channel, stood there and watched the opening mystery part and upon commercial charged into the kitchen grabbed her previously unwanted milk shake out of the fridge, got a spoon and made a beeline to her chair in her room sat down pulled her chair throw around her and was mesmerized. I just got off the phone with her and she said NCIS came on at 4 yesterday and ran for 4 hours and they were all episodes she had never seen. Horatio…. I am afraid she filed for divorce. Not to worry I am still stalking you around town….. or maybe it tis the other way around.

I am letting the dark and Vampire gothic side of me a little wiggle room lately and I have added purple and black sugar to my normally white bowl of sugar. It is pretty. I put a spoonful in my cup and pour the tea, which becomes a poisonous looking shade of dark brown. I then add the cream and it looks fine. I wonder if it turns my tongue black.

I was leaving mother’s building when right outside the front door I found a folded up dollar bill. I snatched it up, turned around and went back inside to hand it over to the reception desk. They looked at me like I was nuts. I looked back at them like they were odd. Security was like…” yeah I imagine whoever lost this will be down here shortly to get it!!” I looked at him. I looked at his partner, I looked at the receptionist. I collected myself, up to my full height, nodded, turned and walked out. I wanted to smash his cocky disrespectful pudgy face. It was not about the dollar. This little drama was about each person’s reaction to my bringing it to the desk. I did my part in the little drama, how it unfolded after that is a mystery to me. But my world took a deep breath and expanded, like a sigh, you know women….that sigh that expresses what no words ever could.

 To all of you people who drive like car # 54 1 lap out. It is a red light. It is not going to change because you zoom up on it!! Really it won’t. So if you are going to insist upon doing that I would like (need) the fuel you are wasting. I figure it is about .32 cents. So if 100 of you do that, I am sure my estimation is low, I could fill up my car once a week on the fine I shall impose for this behavior. Thank you for your co-operation. Please drive through.