Sunday, September 15, 2002 * back in the real world... Sorry that I haven't journaled lately. It's the end of a busy week. We had 3 birthdays and 9-11 to handle. All in all, it went well. Took our youngest son and his wife out to dinner last night. His birthday was actually Friday the 13th, but we couldn't get together that night. It was fun. We went to Macaroni Grill and none of us had been there in quite a while, so we enjoyed it. Love the fresh bread and olive oil. Three of us tried the "create your own pasta" dishes. I chose the spaghettini with a creamy garlic sauce and added spinach, artichoke, and fresh tomatoes. It was great! Will finish the boxed leftovers today at lunch. Saw the DVD, "Dragonfly" and really enjoyed it. I wasn't at all sure that I would, but did.... you never know. Also saw "The Count of Monte Cristo" and enjoyed that too. Have been having some really weird dreams this week - awful dreams. Thinking maybe it was a combination of 9-11 and my 2 year checkups coming up soon. They say that your unconscious mind harbors fears that your conscious mind won't accept. Guess this could be possible. Talked to my daughter this morning. She and some friends ran the 5K Race for the Cure in San Antonio yesterday. She said that it was fun. They all had their kids and strollers and the day wasn't too hot. Went to the Zoo after and had a really pleasant time. The Dallas race is in October. I hope my poor toe is healed so that I can do that one. My daughter-in-law and I did the one in the Spring and the turnout was really great. The Dallas one is always huge. As wonderful as this is when it comes to the money collected, I'm not a lover of crowds. Sometimes I think they should divide it up into two areas so that the amount of people amassed in one place is not so large. ~~~~~~~~~~ Changing gears here. Am in the process of creating a new site where I can explore the real me - psychologically (more or less) - an actual journal place where the world exists as I would like it to be. Who knows? Maybe if I can create this place in cyberspace, perhaps I can create it in reality at a later date. If not, I can still enjoy it in my mind. Think I will build it from scatch using the bits and pieces of safe places I go to unwind and relax. In Yoga and other meditation practices they tell you to go to that place where you feel most comfortable and alive, somewhere you always wanted to go, or have been... as long as it's where you feel safe and at peace. Mine is usually a pier on the Gulf, or a beach, or a river... In this place I can even be a different person (one of the many personas that dwell within our own personalities) living a different life without forfeiting the one I already have and love. I've been playing around with names for it. Can't decide between, "On a wing and a prayer..." or something more substantial like, " Fisherman's Cove"? The first is probably more on target, but the second has a nice ring to it and brings to mind a comfortable if not up to date house on a secluded area of beach and rock where one could watch the sun come up over the water in the early dawn with a cup of coffee in a creaky old kitchen. And then watch it set in the evening perhaps sitting with a glass of wine on the porch. And there would be time inbetween for walks on the beach or fishing or reading snuggled up in a windowseat watching a storm roll in... maybe here? I would have a small rowboat... maybe black like the one in the photo taken in Newagen - for fishing and exploring nearby islands. My diet would consist of grilled fish, vegetables, and salads and I would have a swing or hammock (or both) on the outside porch... where time would be spent reading or napping... with a big red dog at my feet (love Irish Setters). lots of old books and paperbacks piled up here and there. fresh flowers in the kitchen window and a constant breeze blowing through the curtains from the ocean. I would bake fresh pies and leave them on the windowsill to cool to have later with coffee and friends (getting a little 'Aunt Bea'-ish here). When my grandchildren or children of friends came to visit, I would show them how to fish, or plant seeds in the garden, or we would walk along the beach and talk... (we would throw stones into the water and sticks on the beach for 'dog' to retrieve, explore tidal pools and imagine we're dolphins)... eventually to return to the porch swing where I would read stories to them... my stories. Hey, this is fun already. Rian |
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Sunday, September 15, 2002 * back in the real world... Sorry that I haven't journaled lately. It's the end of a busy week. We had 3 birthdays and 9-11 to handle. All in all, it went well. Took our youngest son and his wife out to dinner last night. His birthday was actually Friday the 13th, but we couldn't get together that night. It was fun. We went to Macaroni Grill and none of us had been there in quite a while, so we enjoyed it. Love the fresh bread and olive oil. Three of us tried the "create your own pasta" dishes. I chose the spaghettini with a creamy garlic sauce and added spinach, artichoke, and fresh tomatoes. It was great! Will finish the boxed leftovers today at lunch. Saw the DVD, "Dragonfly" and really enjoyed it. I wasn't at all sure that I would, but did.... you never know. Also saw "The Count of Monte Cristo" and enjoyed that too. Have been having some really weird dreams this week - awful dreams. Thinking maybe it was a combination of 9-11 and my 2 year checkups coming up soon. They say that your unconscious mind harbors fears that your conscious mind won't accept. Guess this could be possible. Talked to my daughter this morning. She and some friends ran the 5K Race for the Cure in San Antonio yesterday. She said that it was fun. They all had their kids and strollers and the day wasn't too hot. Went to the Zoo after and had a really pleasant time. The Dallas race is in October. I hope my poor toe is healed so that I can do that one. My daughter-in-law and I did the one in the Spring and the turnout was really great. The Dallas one is always huge. As wonderful as this is when it comes to the money collected, I'm not a lover of crowds. Sometimes I think they should divide it up into two areas so that the amount of people amassed in one place is not so large. ~~~~~~~~~~ Changing gears here. Am in the process of creating a new site where I can explore the real me - psychologically (more or less) - an actual journal place where the world exists as I would like it to be. Who knows? Maybe if I can create this place in cyberspace, perhaps I can create it in reality at a later date. If not, I can still enjoy it in my mind. Think I will build it from scatch using the bits and pieces of safe places I go to unwind and relax. In Yoga and other meditation practices they tell you to go to that place where you feel most comfortable and alive, somewhere you always wanted to go, or have been... as long as it's where you feel safe and at peace. Mine is usually a pier on the Gulf, or a beach, or a river... In this place I can even be a different person (one of the many personas that dwell within our own personalities) living a different life without forfeiting the one I already have and love. I've been playing around with names for it. Can't decide between, "On a wing and a prayer..." or something more substantial like, " Fisherman's Cove"? The first is probably more on target, but the second has a nice ring to it and brings to mind a comfortable if not up to date house on a secluded area of beach and rock where one could watch the sun come up over the water in the early dawn with a cup of coffee in a creaky old kitchen. And then watch it set in the evening perhaps sitting with a glass of wine on the porch. And there would be time inbetween for walks on the beach or fishing or reading snuggled up in a windowseat watching a storm roll in... maybe here? I would have a small rowboat... maybe black like the one in the photo taken in Newagen - for fishing and exploring nearby islands. My diet would consist of grilled fish, vegetables, and salads and I would have a swing or hammock (or both) on the outside porch... where time would be spent reading or napping... with a big red dog at my feet (love Irish Setters). lots of old books and paperbacks piled up here and there. fresh flowers in the kitchen window and a constant breeze blowing through the curtains from the ocean. I would bake fresh pies and leave them on the windowsill to cool to have later with coffee and friends (getting a little 'Aunt Bea'-ish here). When my grandchildren or children of friends came to visit, I would show them how to fish, or plant seeds in the garden, or we would walk along the beach and talk... (we would throw stones into the water and sticks on the beach for 'dog' to retrieve, explore tidal pools and imagine we're dolphins)... eventually to return to the porch swing where I would read stories to them... my stories. Hey, this is fun already. Rian |
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