New Things I Know

I have had a streak of learning new and interesting things recently:

I used to be able to skip nights of sleep with out much recourse. Holy shit, I can not anymore. Monday night I could not sleep and I was going to see Tina Tuesday morning. at 5:30 I was surfing Facebook and saw her. I decided to just go and see her. I took a two hour nap at her house later. That is all the sleep I got until after midnight. I was fine Tuesday and had a great time. Wednesday hit me like a freaking train. Thursday is not being much more kind. I just want to lay in bed and drink water.  I need to write a letter to my twenty year old self and send it back in time. Number 1, moisturize and appreciate your skin and number 2, enjoy those nights of missing sleep with little effect. They get gone baby.

There is a secret language to bed making. How your bed sheets are folded down at the top tells you whether if the sheets have been slept on and remade,  if they are freshly washed, or if no one has slept in them but they haven’t been washed in awhile. I don’t remember exactly how you tell, but I know that there is something that you do to indicate it.

There is a magazine called Garden and Gun. No really, there is. I was going to take a picture for you but my camera ate them.  It says something about being the magazine for the new South. I wish now I would have read it because I think it might have been interesting. Still don’t believe me? Click here.

All humans start out looking like sea monkeys.

Photography is fascinating. I love when Tina explains stuff about her camera and how to take pictures to me. Also, one of the many reason I will always love her parents is because they have encouraged her. Fred made a great business move and an even better Dad move when he gave her that camera and took her under his wing. She, Kathleen, and I are going to be famous together. It will be brilliant.

My thirties are going to be better than other peoples twenties. I just won’t be able to skip nights of sleep like the young ones can.

I am really happy. I feel like I am doing what I am supposed to be doing. I know myself better than ever and I like myself more than ever.  Things are not perfect but they are still good.

I need to give up the flip flops and get some real shoes that are easy to slip on and work with both skirts and jeans.  I beat the pair I have been wearing into submission. If I walk too much in them my feet and legs die. Well, they don’t die, they are far too angry to be dead.

I like telling people that I am a writer and now I say it without feeling like such a hack.

Myriad Gardens have blue emergency poles that remind me of the TARDIS and I am in love with them.

I think that is all the new things I know.