Sunday.
A few days ago, I was sitting on the bench at the bus stop, waiting for the Sherbourne Bus. It was freezing out! Anyway, suddenly, I notice a lone bubble float past me. I turned around, expecting to see a kid blowing bubbles in the park, but no-one was there. Anywhere. I scanned and scanned, but saw no-one, and no other bubbles. I smiled to myself inside, because it's like it was just meant for me to see. I can't explain how I felt, but it seemed like it must mean something. Strange little things like that get to me. Like on New Year's Eve, as Dan and I were leaving Savage, there were people bustling around everywhere, and suddenly this guy breaks off his conversation with his friends, and says "Hey!" I didn't think he was talking to me, so I kept walking. He yelled a bit louder, "Hey, you! With the blue hair!" So I turned around and made a "Who me?" expression, and walked back a bit. He says "Good things are going to happen for you this year. I see good things for you." I said "Really? I hope so!" And he smiled warmly at me, and went back to talking to his buddies, and I ran to catch up with Dan, feeling all strange and flushed. The guy wasn't even from Savage. He looked normal, preppy. I meant to post about that the day after it happened, but kept forgetting.
As with all things in my life, my Friday with
zerstoerte didn't go as planned, due to a loooong visit with my lawyer, and Dan not arriving at my house until 9:30pm, or even later, I think. So we've moved it to a couple weeks from now. So I'm still not a red-head. But we did talk for an hour or so on the phone, and I got to hear the most fascinating shit about her work at the funeral home!!! Amazing! This woman has to write a book someday. And yes, I've told her that a zillion times, lol!
Last night Dan made me (I can't remember the Portuguese name for it) Portuguese Codfish Balls, but since he hates codfish, he substituted a can of pink salmon, and a can of tuna instead. Mash that up with mashed potatoes, seasoning, parsley, egg, and I can't recall what else, form into balls, and dunk 'em in boiling oil for a few seconds. Voila! The yummiest thing EVER! I wish I had some more right now. Dan went home today, but he's coming back tomorrow after work. I miss him when he's not around...
Dylan's evil grandmother took him to the Caribbean for the entire March Break, so we couldn't spend any time with him. Last year she took him to Florida for the same reason. How much fun can a 10/11 year old have with his friggin' grandma??? Troy got to go to a midway thing at the Skydome, but his March Break was pretty low key. Him and Dan were supposed to go paintballing, but it didn't pan out. Maybe next week-end...
I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. About people from my past. Old friends, ex-boyfriends, grade school teachers, and one about Johnny, that he wasn't in, but I kept finding things that had to do with him, like a big (fictional) dragon painting I'd done that said "Ambient" at the top. It made me sad. Even in my dreams, he's missing, and there are only reminders.
I guess that's it for now. I wanted to go to Savage on Saturday. I'll definitely be there two Saturdays from now, yikes, on April Fool's Day, no less. Anyhoo, I'm going home to curl up with my Grizzy and watch TV. *waves*