| Red Hornet ( @ 2006-06-23 14:23:00 |
RedHornet’s 23 days of Bliss: Days 8-20
-saw Springsteen #10 with my mom
-went to the fabric store and designed a skirt that shows off my tattoo
-changed my hair (3 times)
-had an emotional meltdown in the car
-spent much time with little T,M, & C (and the rest of my family)
-saw X-Men 3 with my dad and made fun of the CGI in the Golden Gate Bridge scene
-went to my parents “lake house”
-saw The Lake House (I know. I had my reasons. It wasn’t bad. Only schmaltzy in parts)
-Made plans with the Cougar
Not all days that lead to bliss are blissful. This is the way the wheel turns and all that I will say for now about the meltdown, a necessary means to an end, I suppose. I’m learning that Little T has a temperament very much like mine which will serve him well unless he also inherits my constant battle with loneliness and heartbreak. I hope that he will one day encounter and conquer lesser demons than these. Hope is all that I can do.
But for now, I leave my ethereal ponderings for the pages of my journal. It is once again Concert Day, and I am pumped. Three concerts in 3 weeks is not bad for one vacation. Yesterday I went to the salon for the third time in three weeks. After much fidgeting, I’ve found a new look. My hair hasn’t been this short since junior year of college, or this feminine. My new hairstylist said that the purple highlights wouldn’t take with my dark hair and she was right, but the blood red ones did, and they are fabulous. Next time, bright fire engine red is going in. Sagittarius stepping up.
-saw Springsteen #10 with my mom
-went to the fabric store and designed a skirt that shows off my tattoo
-changed my hair (3 times)
-had an emotional meltdown in the car
-spent much time with little T,M, & C (and the rest of my family)
-saw X-Men 3 with my dad and made fun of the CGI in the Golden Gate Bridge scene
-went to my parents “lake house”
-saw The Lake House (I know. I had my reasons. It wasn’t bad. Only schmaltzy in parts)
-Made plans with the Cougar
Not all days that lead to bliss are blissful. This is the way the wheel turns and all that I will say for now about the meltdown, a necessary means to an end, I suppose. I’m learning that Little T has a temperament very much like mine which will serve him well unless he also inherits my constant battle with loneliness and heartbreak. I hope that he will one day encounter and conquer lesser demons than these. Hope is all that I can do.
But for now, I leave my ethereal ponderings for the pages of my journal. It is once again Concert Day, and I am pumped. Three concerts in 3 weeks is not bad for one vacation. Yesterday I went to the salon for the third time in three weeks. After much fidgeting, I’ve found a new look. My hair hasn’t been this short since junior year of college, or this feminine. My new hairstylist said that the purple highlights wouldn’t take with my dark hair and she was right, but the blood red ones did, and they are fabulous. Next time, bright fire engine red is going in. Sagittarius stepping up.