Good Times

I had so much to write about, and then...  I didn't. 

Things started to get crazy and between battling the French at my daughter's school and trying to stop time, my step-dad took a turn for the worst as did my friend Karen.

Karen died 4 days ago.  My step-dad was taken into a psych hospital about 2 weeks ago.  The same day Karen died my mom called because she didn't think my step-dad would make it.  There is a bit of a funny story in there, but I can't really think of it right now.

Derek Jeter was sweaty.  As a matter of fact he was dripping sweat on the field, and although I thought it was fairly disgusting to touch his back and feeling a small puddle I still did it, and told him it didn't bother me at all.  I can't remember who else was in that dream, but I did make faces to the other person, because I was indeed very grossed out.  Then I made the decision to not name our newly put-together baseball team the "California Rainbows" because everyone would think it was a gay thing, so I decided to go for "California Sun Rays." 

I'm going to blame my friend's obsession w/Jeter and baseball for the dream last night, as I would much rather dream about kissing George Clooney.  Patting splashing-sweaty men in the back is not really my sort of thing.

I've been doing mind-numbing things lately, as obvious as it is from my rambling above, but I just got to the point where I chose to stop thinking.  I had to decide what I was going to do about my impending trip to Florida to see my s-dad the same day Karen died, and started to feel the same way I do when I'm at the top of a very high roller-coaster looking straight down.  It was at that point I made the choice to stop thinking.  That and because of my phobia of airplanes and my shortage of time to try driving to Florida.

Since then I've been doing a lot of cataloging (I bought a scanner and some library software), organizing (which in my world means "turn the whole house upside down, feel overwhelmed, take a rest") and trying to help others.  So I'll be trying to help raise a bit of money for Karen's daughter by selling some things.  I was able to get the pink hat that she was wearing the day we met...

And that makes me happy.

G