It’s 10:33am, and already it’s been a long day.
But I’m not going to wallow, not me. I’m a happy person, positive and sunny, with a radiant smile for all I meet.
And I may or may not be delusional.
I don’t think that I slept very well last night, but I’m not sure. I don’t remember. I do know that I again turned off my alarm clock too soon, and therefore put myself on the 8:30 train, which is just too late. It was crowded, too, with suburban Sheeple heading downtown to Taste of Chicago, to, as Bob in HR puts it, “…eat $9 formed poo on a stick.” Because, that is the essence of Taste: eating junk food at crazy prices.
Oh, and clogging the streets surrounding my office building, while gaping at anything remotely different – the homeless, pigeons eating trash, the Hi Guy, a cute little fat girl in a tight Hello Kitty tee (me).
Tourism is a beautiful thing.
But, it’s good. It’s all good. Through lots of soul-searching, and some clinical work, I’m beginning to really believe that life is what I make it. My outlook is what I make it. And even hateful headlines cannot push me around. I am strong. I am me. I don’t need a gastric bypass to convince me of my worth. I don’t need to believe in histrionic, prejudiced news reports about “killer fat” when I know my blood pressure is low, my heart rate is great, and I can ride six miles on my bike without breathing hard. I can take good care of myself, I can be healthy, and love myself today, tomorrow, forever. Besides, I’m really damn attractive and I know of at least one man who can’t keep his hands off of me.
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Been doing lots of good reading these days. There is nothing quite like the pleasure of a good book. I remember buying a book as a gift for a man I was (sort of) dating, and his telling me that it had been high school since he’d read an entire book. We’re talking about fifteen years! I cannot imagine a life without books. The escape, the education, the joy. So, without further ado, here is a list of summer reads, to keep you busy after you finish that other book.
which has become a bible of sorts for me.
And, in one more speck of random thought, here’s my contribution to Gay Pride month. PBS’ Instant Gender Aptitude Quiz. Embrace your androgyny. It’s good for you.
D leaves tonight for Florida and the WAC. He’s not competing this year, but he will be next year, I’ll wager. My hearts skips a beat at the thought of him pulling out of an inverted turn, into a hammerhead…not because I fear for his safety. No, if anything, aerobatics have made him a better pilot, a cautious, controlled, joyful one. It’s the idea of him doing exactly the thing he loves most that sends goosebumps down my arms. So, baby, get out there and fly. Have a wonderful time, darling. Oh, and bring me something!
I’m off tomorrow morning, for my own adventure. Wish Kokoro and me luck and joy as we set off for fun and sun over the holiday weekend. And if you see a cute girl with a biscuit colored cat tooling down the highway, singing Monkees songs at the top her lungs, give a wave.