Seen on a church marquee last night...

"May your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions."

That's a curse, that is, and a singularly well-expressed one. It gives one the choice between being a happy failure and a miserable success. What kind of church wishes that on innocent passersby?

Hope everything went well...

Jen had a doctor's appointment this morning for further tests, prior to the surgery that she needs. She was all ready to get it done, had the insurance in order and everything, and then the doctor decided that she should have more tests first. We're both getting sick of waiting; she's been suffering endless cramping that no one should have to tolerate.

The nurse at the doctor's office has quite an attitude, too. Jen called hoping to move her appointment up: it had been for today at 3:00, and she was told, "We can get you in at 2:30"! Then a couple days later they called to tell her that the doctor had a meeting or something this afternoon, and could they reschedule for a month from now! In the end she got 10:00 am, and I hope she was actually seen.

I feel a little badly because I promised myself I'd think good thoughts for her during the appointment, and then missed it entirely. But I'm thinking of her now, with love and well-wishes.

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I was going to copy my morning pages into my journal today, because it was mostly taken up with a dream I had this morning, but on reflection I've decided not to. I will comment on one thing about it. There were a number of people I know and have known in real life in this dream: a couple of coworkers, some of my presentday friends, and Britton, a boy on whom I had a longterm crush fifteen years ago.

I haven't even thought about him in quite some time, though I can remember having a dream about a year ago about contacting him. I went so far at that time as to look him up at switchboard.com, and found what might have been his phone number: a listing in San Francisco. The fact that when I knew him he lived in South Carolina doesn't mean that isn't him. He majored in East Asian studies; SC wouldn't be the ideal place for working in that field.

I never did any thing with the number, though. I am so different now from the girl that I was, and it was an unrequited crush anyway, though we were good friends. I think there would be no point in it. If he'd had an email address I might have tried an email, but I won't call. I'm phone-phobic at the best of times anyway: it takes quite a bit of effort just to call people I'm really close to in the present, let alone unrequited old flames of the person I once was.

We met on a teen missions trip to Spain. I can't even imagine myself wanting to do such a thing now, nor them wanting me, either. Britton gets the credit for my love affair with Japanese. I first got interested in it because he was--we spent a lot of evenings in Spain talking about Japanese, oddly enough--but I later came to love it for itself.

Interestingly, in the dream he was much more like me now: I distinctly remember the word "fucking" coming from him. That would not have happened, then.

Tonight's randomness

All right, I've had my lovely wonderful binge of conversation, connected with many of the people that are important to me, Jen and Liz and Elissa and BriLee and Jay, and now I must go to bed and tomorrow go back to my own offline world.

I really needed this.

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Jay asked me, on seeing me online tonight, "Does this mean you're back?"

me> No, actually, it means I'm cheating. ;-)

Jay> No you're not; you're poly. :-)

me again>Ya know, when it comes to novels, I'm serially monogamous. One book at a time, until it's finished. I'll occasionally have a fling with a magazine while reading a book, but almost never start a new book until I've finished the preceding one. Non-fiction seems to work differently. I can pick it up and put it down, read a novel or three before actually finishing.

AIM, on the other hand... Four conversations at a time, minimum. ::snicker::

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Today's funny Rosa quote...

She was bitten at daycare a couple weeks ago. Tonight she asked me "Who did that?" pointing to the remnants of the bruise.

I said, "I don't know, who did that?"

She said, "A boy."

I said, "A boy?"

She said, "A nasty boy," and grinned at me.

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The other thing Rosa's been doing lately that's really adorable and melts my heart, is asking me to sing the "Baby Mine" song from Dumbo. We snuggle and cuddle and I sing it to her, and she asks for it again and again.
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