The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.
– George Orwell
This totally resonates with me. The tumor that was cut out of my life on Friday matches this exactly. I couldn’t help but squirm when I’d hear him say, “I’d like to dialog with you to determine any overarching needs that may be plaguing your….”
It’s so nice to be home. I also got the added bonus of coming home to good news. An issue I was having at work cleared up on its own. It’s not entirely clear and clean but at least the tumor is gone.
I had nightmares on Saturday night and last night I awoke at 3ish and couldn’t get back to sleep. I think it’s the knowledge that my vacations are over and it’s just work from here on out. Maybe.
I can hardly believe that it’s past the middle of August. In just a month and a half it will be October. That just doesn’t seem right.
It’s time to get myself out the door and to the train station. Gotta work. Gotta bring home the bacon.
I am home! Elvis Week was a blast. So much to tell and no energy at the moment to post any of it.
I went to a Peter Frampton and Jethro Tull concert last week and it sucked.
1. Damn that Audra for recommending PS I Love You. I spent Sunday afternoon bawling my eyes out! And can I just say that I am still coveting Hilary Swank’s wardrobe in that movie! She looked like a cross between Audrey Hepburn and Judy Garland. Loved it! Watching it, I wanted to start acting like a horrific bitch since that is what apparently attracts strong, handsome Irish men. You see, men are attracted to women who are constantly angry. When faced with a seething harlot, a man’s love deepens. And then right before he dies of a massive brain tumor, he can’t help but create an elaborate plan in which he leaves just the sweetest and oh so slightly morbid love notes around the house to find. I’m just teasing, I did enjoy it. LOVED IT, in fact! And I recommend it to people with vaginae.
2. I met Nathan! Yes, “He Who Leaves Comments” and I met at the Bethlehem Musikfest! Nathan is just as cool and cute as one would surmise from the comments he leaves here and the blog he rarely updates. I hope I didn’t scare him too much with my intense devotion to the Red Elvises.
3. I am supposed to be in Memphis. But I am not. Northwest denied us boarding this morning. They overbooked and bumped us– bumped us to the NEXT DAY!!!! Unfortunately, our suitcases were not bumped and are hopefully patiently waiting for us in Memphis.
4. There was a 4. I just can’t remember it. Dang it!
Hey! Today’s date is 08-08-08!!!
What a day I’ve had! Believe me, I am not complaining. I didn’t pass an object the size of a turkey as did my friend, Audra. 🙂 I enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the day. It was lovely seeing little baby Julia. She looks so much like her daddy, Steve. Audra was simply aglow! Lit from within, I’d say. I feel so blessed to have been able to share a tiny piece of their happiness today. It’s a beautiful thing.
I stopped at Walmart today to pick up some gift bags to hold the presents we had for Audra. As I was walking out with my goods, I caught sight of the most puzzling creature. Although she wore feminine clothes, I am pretty sure the plumbing was male. She was about a full foot taller than me and her shoes were about the same size as my dad’s– a size 15. She looked like a linebacker in a Farrah Fawcett wig. As I passed by I heard her telling the Walmart greeter that she was a ventriloquist.
I bought a big bag of cherries the other day when I was at the grocery store. They looked like beautiful sweet cherries but instead they are totally bland. I’m trying to come up with something to do with them since I can’t see myself eating them. Maybe a pie?
Also, on Saturday I got pulled over by a cop. This was my very first time ever getting pulled over. My heart immediately began to race! Lisa was in the passenger seat and she told me to calm down. I couldn’t help my anxiety! I was definitely speeding and I knew I was going to get a real humdinger of a ticket and I totally deserved it.
The cop walked up to my window. I smiled at him hoping to dazzle him with my effervescence. “Ma’am, can I please see your license, registration and proof of insurance?”
“Sure!”
“You were going 62 miles an hour in a 45 mile an hour zone.”
All of a sudden Lisa screams, “Mark? Is that you!?!”
“Lisa?”
Turns out Lisa knew the cop’s boyfriend! They talked a little bit and the cop let me go with a verbal warning. He did say if he ever catches me speeding again he doesn’t care who my sister is, he will give me a ticket! I thanked him and drove away with my tail tucked between my legs.
I feel like the luckiest girl ever! No more speeding for me!