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New Years Eve Desert Snow

Not in the 12 years I’ve been in the desert has it snowed – this morning a New Years Eve miracle.  2014 decided to leave a lasting impression on we desert dwellers.

I was so filled with joy I literally laughed in the car on the way to work. I was there long enough to get some great photos and a video – before being sent home due to inclement weather.

 

I give to you … desert snow.

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and … here’s the video I shot before getting into my car to go home.

 

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Plans, Posters and imaginary Parenthood

Gawd – I’m feeling the pressure to write some amazing year-end ‘blow your socks off’ post.  No one is putting this on me – I’m quite capable of creating impossible real and imagined tasks all by myself.

So – I’ll just say this.

I have plans tomorrow.

GASP!  SHOCK!

(AND, there’s more, I reconnected with an old friend last night and we’re actually going to see each other … hopefully February!)

The way my plans went down was funny in a kind of sad but true way …

Friend: “We should go to dinner on New Years Eve”

Me:  *Awkward ‘deer heard a leaf crunch’ stare*

Friend: “C’mon!  You said you were going to do more

Me: “I did things this year”

Friend: “Those things weren’t this year”

Me: “Yes they were!!! We did like, THREE things this year!!”

Friend: “No we didn’t”

Me: “Yup, dinner, tortoise ….”

Friend: “Oh, yeah I guess it was this year”

 

But how sad is it that ‘We already DID something this year’ was my go to excuse??? LOL!

Now I’m deciding what to wear …

Either this shirt:

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Or this one??

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Won’t much matter – it’s not like I’ll be counting down to midnight in it.  We’re going to meet at the restaurant at 4:30.  “That’s when OLD people eat!”  she said … I just raised my eyebrows.

We’re not getting any younger.

Bonus, her adorable granddaughter is coming too – who is growing up WAY too fast, just like every other adorable baby ever born.

*sigh*

Speaking of adorable babies growing up too quickly … my son stopped by yesterday bearing gifts.  No it wasn’t a baby.

(But he had me totally scared the other night when he ran to find me in the house and asked “What were you going to name me if I was a girl???”  After I answered, he pounced off.   I took a beat before pouncing after him “Wait!!!! You’re playing SIMS right???  Please tell me you’re playing SIMS!”)

He was.

Phew!

ANYWAY!  He brought me … Nerdvana!  A Jesse Pinkman doll … an Abraham Series 6 Walking Dead doll and … A 6 FOOT POSTER OF DARYL DIXON!!!!!!!  YES!!!!!!!

I put it up last night.  I was reminded of my teeny bopper days.  I remember carefully removing the center fold of my Circus magazine and adding to my expansive wall décor … my long-haired loves. Mostly Nikki Sixx … Swoon!  And Tom Keifer.   Many  staple related injuries were due to those two.

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Last night a framed Ansel Adams moved aside for Daryl.

Then I decided to be silly with it … (this is why I can’t leave the house people … I am NOT normal!)

I posted this on Facebook with the caption: “I hate for you to see us arguing, but he did just bring up Carol!”

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Listen, I’ll do the dinner tomorrow … but I think I’m only being fair when I give my friends an out.  I cannot be held responsible for any oddness that may ensue at that early seating. LOL!  May the force be with you Denice – you brought this on yourself.

And HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone!  May 2015 be filled with love and light and laughter … wishing you all the very best always!

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Filled with moments I’ve learned to treasure

and to stay in as long as I could

I’ve laughed with my whole heart

lingered there until the last exhale

I learned to cry

to release – but not to wallow

let tears fall … tasted them on my lips

the salt remembered.

Felt with each tick of the clock, page of the calendar

my mortality

life’s frailty

urgency to live

To savor.

My brushes have been wet with color –  hands covered with clay

My fingers typed so many words!

some that made a difference

many that did not.

My arms have circled family

friends

felt the warmth of what is truly valuable.

I’ve tasted such wondrous things!

Felt my soul soar to crescendo with arias and duets in my ears

Read books I could not put down

been shown new worlds

new ideas

rhythmic sentences

paralyzing paragraphs

I mourned their completion.

I’ve been enchanted by new love

watched my son fall into it

… for the first time

waves of emotion ebbed and flowed – the mother in me releasing her grasp …

(but never letting go)

I’m allowing hope to spread its wings

bracing myself to be brave

to let change

to let love

to let God

I celebrate with my heart this New Years Eve

not with clinking glass

I celebrate all that was

all that was not

all that will be

I celebrate the student I’ve become

and the mystery that’s me.

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“Be safe …”

Had to break a twenty on the way home from cleaning so I could pay Nic for helping me.  Stopped by the Family Dollar to grab some scented laundry sprinkles.

Not much out of the cashier, she seemed to be the only one in the store.  Which was nice.  No one asking me up and down aisles, “Are you finding everything alright?” 

I place my item on the counter and she silently rings it up.

“$5.34”

I place the twenty on the counter.  No  eye contact yet. 

“$14.66 is your change … be safe.”

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What the F%$#?

Be safe?

LOL!  She looked so serious saying it too.  I grabbed my little bag “Thank you” and headed for the door. 

Back in the car:

Me: Had the weirdest moment

Nic: What?

Me: The lady is checking me out, well, not checkin’ me out, but you know …

Nic: Wait, was she hot?  Lesbian?  Just saying, could be cool

Me: No.  Anyway … she says, get this, “Be safe”

Nic: So?

Me: I mean, that’s something that wouldn’t be weird to hear on New Years Eve … but …

Nic: *Silence*

Me: I mean, what does she know that I don’t?  What if she’s psychic?  “Be Safe ..” Did she think I was going to blow my change on booze and drugs?  “Be Safe ..”  That’s creepy

Nic: You think weird

Me: Yeah, I know.  You do too.

Nic: (Small laugh)

Me:  Next time I tell it – she’s got tears in her eyes … her hand is shaking as she’s giving me the change – she nervously looks at me and hoarsely whispers “Be safe.”