fragments

The weekend was beautiful and short lived. After I was done house-sitting for good, it actually felt good to come home this time. My dream, after house sitting while every one was gone to Grand Junction, was to get a little house by myself, and grow plants, and live alone for a few years. Basically, what my dad did in the 80's before he became a Christian.
But then I realized that when I am left by myself, I see shadows and reflections that aren't there. I get spooked. But living by oneself during the day...it sure is nice.

It is Spring time, here, now. And what I mean by that is driving with the windows down. I am not ready for it to get warm yet. I am lamenting the end of January, to an extent.

Everyone I know should go rent the movie Devil by M. Night. It's the one about the people in the elevator. I cried at the end. I like it when movies can make me seek God. It's not scary. Maybe a little bit, but it's mostly a thriller. I want to watch it again, already.

I also watched Mama Mia, this weekend, with my family, by accident, and Iron Man 2, on purpose, with my dad. I got to spend time with the Roberts, which was magical. I don't know anyone else I would rather spend time with, in the dark, in front a fire, smoking and listening to Nat King Cole and Billie Holiday. Well...maybe one day I will meet that person. And he will be tall, black, and handsome. And he will be wearing a three piece suit.

And you know what? I forgot all the words to the ABBA songs, which is really making me question all of my memory stored from before 2004.

"I'm sorry that you've been caught up in another Liz Lemon adventure."
"NO! I am the protagonist."
-Liz and Jack on 30 Rock