Pink clouds, pink skies have greeted my ascension to the dirt road the past two mornings … a nice change from the woolen grays and mist that have been waiting up there for me lately.
I've noticed that a pink sky or one filled with clouds that look dipped in pink-orange paint lighten my heart and make me feel like anything at all is possible that day, and even if the day doesn't turn out quite as great as I thought it would, the memory of that sunrise gets me through it.
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"The King's Speech" is an awesome movie! If I had ten thumbs, they'd all be UP! You'd think a movie about a speech therapist and his patient would be boring, but this one kept me hooked the whole time.
There are no glitches in the screenplay whatsoever – it flows so smoothly you forget it's a movie! The acting , photography, dialogue, everything … flawless!
Add a pre-movie dinner with dear friends, a bag of fresh movie popcorn and a few pieces of chocolate, and you've got yourself one fantastic Wednesday night!
Well, I had myself one fantastic Wednesday night, anyway…
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Hubby's having surgery for a deviated septum tomorrow morning – the result of his accident back in '98 wherein his face was split open and this amazing plastic surgeon welded his nose back together.
We're hoping the surgery helps with Tom's headaches. Please say a prayer for him.
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Life is unfair. I already knew this, of course, but I had a fresh course in the lesson today. Briefly… a couple of years ago a dump truck slammed into my sister's car. I mean slammed, as in he wasn't paying attention and didn't see that she'd had to stop and he didn't apply any brakes at all.
Miraculously and thankfully, she wasn't hurt. But instead of checking to see if she was okay or apologizing, he immediately started trying to squirm out of the blame – his business was at risk, after all.
Well, thank goodness witnesses were around and he had to pay for the damages, etc.
His trial finally came around today, but the prosecutor (a volunteer! have you ever heard of that?) didn't present the accident report or bring up the fact that the driver's insurance had paid for my sister's car. He didn't have any evidence ready at all – he just used my sister's photographs!
To the jury it was a "he said – she said" case, so I can't really blame them for finding the guy not guilty, I guess. But shame on the driver and shame on the prosecutor. And let this be a warning to all of you in Houston that thanks to the prosecutor and the jury, this guy is still out on the road. It makes me wonder how many other cases go through the court system like this, where a volunteer prosecutor doesn't feel a case is worth the time it takes to do it right.
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Remember Mam-ma's piano?
It turns out my mother isn't that eager to get rid of it – she just wants it out of her livingroom, but didn't want to impose on anyone by asking us to move it back into Mam-ma's room. (deep sigh.)
So next time we're there, we're moving it. And I've asked my mom to make a list of everything else she would like done – I think I've convinced her we'd love to do whatever we can and help out however we can and it would make us happy and we won't feel imposed upon at all.
But I might have to come out with a "you never let me…!" to get my way. (It always worked when I was growing up!)
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Okay, what the heck is up with mascara these days? Is it just me? I have tried every brand, every type (within my budget, that is) and no matter how much they proclaim not to clump or flake, I can't find one single tube of mascara that doesn't do one or the other or both. This latest one I bought makes me look like Liza Minnelli, for goodness sake, it's so thick and clumpy, despite promises on the package to do neither. Any suggestions out there?
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Today is my sweet friend Darla's birthday – Darla, my Secret Santa from last year, deserving star of "Late Love is from Heaven" and gracious hostess of my best birthday party ever, and I missed celebrating with her tonight because of another obligation I had to fulfill – attending a city council meeting, of all things.
Yes, instead of toasting my friend with a yummy margarita, I was sitting in a small room listening to small town politicians twist facts, but at least ultimately (thanks to an important clear-headed few and the democratic process) the vote went our way, which made me feel a teensy bit better about missing the celebration.
And the margarita.
But just a teensy bit.
Happy birthday, Darla! I'll celebrate with you soon! (When you're over 50, it's okay to keep celebrating all year long…)
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And now here are a couple of videos I feel the need to share. The first is "Phoenix Burn" by Alpha Rev, a group from Austin. It's just the lyrics set to music – I couldn't find a real video. Sorry! But the song has been haunting me for a few weeks – thank goodness it always lifts me up! But I love these lines:
I wanna push through the undiscovered
Find my answers, leave them uncovered
I wanna speak out what I believe in
That love will heal us, give us our freedom
I wanna see what's on the horizon
Change directions, stop the fightin
I need to find a way of letting it go
When everything falls apart…
And this is one Tom just showed to me – it's a single dad and his daughter. Guaranteed to put a smile on your face!
Long Hollow 
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