A delightful surprise...

Well, it all started this morning, as mornings are wont to start when the sun rises. Ok, technically I was up and showered BEFORE the sun rose, but that's ok. The story starts better this way. Anyway, I was up and showered and all set for school when I noticed the little red blinking light on my phone receiver.

Lo, is that a blinking light I see before me? A message in the early morning dawn?

It was in fact. A message waiting for me, I mean. A friend was calling to let me know that the county was on a two-hour delay schedule. REALLY? It was bright and sunny out; looked just fine from the window. I ran to the television. Sure enough - it was not a hoax - we were on a two-hour delay. Yippee!

"But why?" you might ask. "You just said it looked good." Yes, I did, didn't I? It did look good, but we had had a storm the night before and, apparently, there was lots of black ice on the road. Good enough for me.

I went back to bed for a couple hours. Ahhh.

Restlessness

I think it must come with January...restlessness...the desire to fling everything and go off to tropical climes and have adventures and stare magical jaguars in the eye and listen to brightly colored, 100-year old parrots and macaws up in the trees and find treasure or at least a long-abandoned stone temple. It's either that or I've been watching too many adventure movies over the last month or so.

Reading: The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp. I like it. Interesting perspective on art from a dancer/choreographer. She talks about living in New York City. That may be just as exciting as the tropics in it's own dreary, pulsing, neon and taxi yellow type of way.

Ah well, I could just walk around by myself in Baltimore City in the middle of the night. That could be adventurous. After all, I read the newspaper (sometimes); I see what happens. Ok - maybe that would just be stupid actually. But it's probably no worse than my last post - running off to join the Peace Corps. Six of one, half-dozen of the other.

If wishes were fishes... perhaps they are though?

If I ran away and joined the peace corps, what would I do with my cats? I suppose that's not an option then. They're not staying in little kennel boxes for six months in quarentine. Huh. Another strategy is in order then. Clearly.

Merriest of New Years!

May your year be prosperous, your heart generous, and your days filled with joy.

I resolve to be fit, enjoy life, travel, plan and follow through on things, and generally just be happy this year.

Happy 2006 to all!