Storm’s a brewin’

September 20, 2005

Almost one year in California, and I haven’t heard thunder or seen a lightning strike since I’ve been here. Today, it’s rumblin’ outside. Not constant, just every once and a while. And it looks nothing like Kansas out there 🙂

I can’t believe I lived in Tornado Country for 7 years. As a child I was scared of tornados, terrified of them, even though we lived in a place that didn’t have them. When it would storm I would hide under the sheets, heart racing, hoping it would be over soon.

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I have flowers, and they’re not dead! (knock on wood)

September 20, 2005

This is a major triumph for me. I’ve turned this orchid over, caught its petals in the screen door, and yet it still survives. I am amazed.

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Macaroni Salad

September 17, 2005

Beautiful day in Santa Cruz at the Aloha Grill. After having a plate lunch there I am craving Hawaiian macaroni salad. I’ve tried making it, but just can’t get it right.

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Mothership, this is pod 094259. We have captured the earthling.

September 16, 2005

As a child I had a fear that I would end up in a hospital needing an operation. And, that at the precise moment the doctor was getting ready to operate on me, somewhere in the universe and alien would be operated on at the same time, and that would cause a time warp, and I would end up in the space ship, being operated on by the aliens, and the alien would end up here on earth, being operated on by the human doctors.

I have no idea where this fear came from. And it really was a fear – I was scared shitless that this would really happen to me. I had a very active imagination as a child.

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Mothership, this is pod 094258

September 16, 2005

Tonight it was candlelight dinner for one, which has just driven home the fact that I’m alone. Even as a kid I felt alone – and I was surrounded by people who cared about me and loved me. I’m a loner; I don’t really like people. Or maybe it’s just that I’m self-concious around people. I don’t like someone looking over my shoulder or watching me do anything, fearing they will critique how I’m doing something – or worse – question why I’m doing something. It’s none of your business! Leave me alone!

I guess I wasn’t completely alone – I had the Miles. I should have given him the extra burger I cooked – but I didn’t. He’s been eating peanut butter fudge for the past few days, so he needs to watch his girlish figure.

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