Random Thoughts
It's the end of another week.
I am still consumed by wanderlust.
I've been dreaming about places for seven days now.
Maintaining my new attitude is a lot more work than I expected.
I wonder if I will eventually fall into the habit of not being concerned over those things I cannot change.
Will my quest to make myself a better person from the inside out eventually pay off?
It's deliciously foggy here this morning.
It makes me think of mornings when I would ride the bus to elementary school.
Some days it would stay foggy all day.
And we would run through the trees, pretending we were in Narnia.
At times my desire to stay quiet is much stronger than my love for words.
I think the only reason I like to write is because I'm fascinated by putting words together.
I'm flirting with the idea of somehow minoring in spanish.
I keep typing sentences and deleting them.
I wonder if my tomato plant will make it through our 40ºF nights.
I think I planted it too early.
Again.
What was one tulip last year is now eight.
I wish I knew what was going to happen.
I can't wait for Aurora to move to Ohio.
5 and 1/2 hours is nothing.
The doctor upped Christopher's diabetes medication yesterday.
He needs something that I cannot give from thousands of miles away.
It's not my responsibility to give it, but I want to more than anything.
Yesterday I was thinking about Pasadena.
And the Rose Parade.
I am trying to curb my west coast leanings.
I've stopped obsessing over the state.
I am easily intimidated.
Patience is all I can think about.
When Aunt Martha was young, before she got married, she lived in Pomona.
Her house, front porch and patio were covered with potted plants.
That's one of my favorite parts of Aunt Martha.