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Friday, May 03, 2002

I had a dream last night that I was doing the Farmlands Flat Tour {it's tomorrow}. I was taking a break, all sweaty and disheveled and staggering in, while a group of female athletes breezed in, not even breaking a sweat, and laughed at me as they flipped back their perfect ponytails and drank their designer Gatorade. Then they hopped on their bikes and left me in the dust.

Can we tell I'm a little overwhelmed by this bike ride?

I'm not overweight, but I am woefully out of practice. Paul said we can do the 20 miles at a nice slow pace and take lots of breaks. It's going to take us all day at my pace, but I'm glad he's so supportive. And I really, really need to do this. Really. Maybe I'll bring the camera so I can take pictures of me and all the horses I hope we're going to cycle past.


5:28 PM | french toast girl | #



Thursday, May 02, 2002

I believe in little things
That you can hardly see
Like honeycomb and spider webs
and starfish in the sea.

I believe in little things
Like icy drops of rain
That melt into the morning mist
When winds are warm again.

I believe in little things
Like colors in the sky
And noticing the waves roll in
And how the flowers die.

Knowing they'll be back again
Whenever it's July.

I believe in little things
Like you and me,
And just how big
Little things can be.

~ Joe Raposo, "Little Things"
{one of my favorite Sesame Street songs}


8:06 PM | french toast girl | #



Wednesday, May 01, 2002

I got up extra-early this morning and DID YOGA! Finally! I used to do this program but since September 11th, this was the first time I've even been able to get that station in. All I would watch on that channel was the yoga show, and reruns of Touched by an Angel and Eight is Enough, but darnit, it's still nice to have it back. Every time I passed that channel and got a wall of static it was another reminder of how much things changed.

So how do I feel? Sore. But you can betcha I'll be setting the alarm early tomorrow morning too.

This brings up a question I asked myself in my journal last week: Why do I keep putting off things I know would be good for me {and that I love}? Like Yoga? How long is it going to take me to sign up for a class again? And why? Why have I still not joined my town's Art Association? Why is my bicycle all tuned up and yet I haven't ridden it this year, except home from the shop? Why is it that I have a gazillion and one great and creative ideas, but I'm too tired to do even a percentage of them?


7:03 AM | french toast girl | #



Tuesday, April 30, 2002

After an early-morning walk in the park, I picked some tiny purple flowers in our front yard. I don't know what kind they are, in fact, they're probably weeds, but I don't really care; they're pretty. I picked a generous handful and put them in a cobalt glass votive to make a teeny arrangement. Then I brought them upstairs to do a quick watercolour sketch before leaving for work. Giving myself a 15-minute time limit forced me to work loose and splashy and concentrate on my main focus: the deep, velevety colors.

7:57 AM | french toast girl | #



Monday, April 29, 2002

Tonight was the special on Gilda Radner... I waited and waited, and finally at the very end they showed the clip of her singing "Tap Your Troubles Away" on the Muppet Show when she was glued to everything that wasn't nailed down, including Beaker. {Yay.} I did think it was a little off that they interviewed Kermit the Frog, but not Gene Wilder. Hmmmmmmmmm......

9:23 PM | french toast girl | #



Sunday, April 28, 2002

Paul and I went to the bookstore recently to stock up on journals I've decided after my latest success with journaling this week to get a journal devoted only to work. It's black, spiral bound, and of course unlined I like being unconfined and to have room for lots of sketches if the mood strikes.

While we're in the bookstore {because there's no way you can go in for one thing and not wander around for ages} I decided to go see if they had the latest SARK book. They didn't, but they did have her book "Eat Mangoes Naked" so I had to pick it up since I don't have it. I sort of flipped around, and then decided to just open it up anywhere and see what I got.

I opened right up to a story about her chalking up the streets in NYC! SARK! Chalking! 3 pages of it! I grabbed Paul and made him read it too. I had a moment right in the store.

My other moment came when we left the store and saw the gorgeous full moon smiling at us. We drove home through the park as usual, and Paul wanted to get out and stargaze. So we did! We walked up to the hilltop and tried to find all the planets in alignment. We found Venus {very low in the sky and flickery} but not too much else. The moon was so bright, I could read the little logo label on Paul's windbreaker clear as day. Since Jupiter was aligned with Mars I sang "Age of Aquarius" to them and the moon and Paul. We smooched under the stars.*

*{sigh} Shouldn't every journal entry close that way?


4:00 PM | french toast girl | #



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