to-do list

1) download most recent Wire Tap episode
2) listen to it, while:
3) baking banana bread
4) taking a hot bath
5) snuggling grey and black cats
6) having a face-making contest with Brad
7) drinking tea
8) sighing contentedly

new colorhaiku

Haiku:

just for fun, a new
blog color. no longer pink,
now a brownish-orange!

amazing colored coat...

I just saw Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat last night with my Dad and niece at the 5th Avenue Theatre. Besides having my Dad singing and dancing in his seat next to me while chewing his ubiquitous orange flavored Trident gum, and besides the fact that I was having PTSD while watching, being brought back to my 8th grade year, when I took the stage as narrator for this fine gem (the narrator has to sing pretty much the whole time, and I have no idea why I was cast as I actually do not sing well (though it took me several years later to figure that one out,) the production was quite good. If you like that sort of thing. Which I'm not sure I do.

I sort of have a theory about musicals--you either love them or hate them, and if you hate them then you are just really not a happy person deep down. But that theory was called into question last night, as I watched about 30 ten-year-olds (the children's chorus) prancing around on stage and had to fight the urge to vomit into my purse. What emotion was I feeling? Was it jealousy? (I would have *killed* to be one of those kids when I was ten.) Or perhaps it was just my deep-down unhappy person coming through...or maybe, just maybe, my theory is complete crap. Musicals are like anything else--you can love them in concept and hate them in reality (or vice versa.) It doesn't make you fundamentally unhappy...perhaps I'm just picky.

In any case, I am glad it is over, and next time, I will try to choose something darker, more complex, something like Little Shop of Horrors, if I am going to go down the musical road once again. Which I am sure I will. It may be a vain effort to rediscover a time when everything was simpler (and I was less picky,) but I continue to hope that one of these days, I, too, will be dancing in my seat (hopefully without the foul gum, but you never know.)

blog love

just discovered a new blog love: sfgirlbybay

sometimes you just need a little beauty break during a hectic day.

scanning it up

getting scanned today. think happy thoughts.
afterwards, i'm going to eat a lot of cheese.

waiting rooms

So, I'm in the midst of this low-iodine diet right now--it is preparing me for a yearly scan I have to do to check for my thyroid cancer and make sure it hasn't returned. It is a bit of a bummer, but it is all relative, as I know a lot of people have it a lot worse. A LOT WORSE, as evidenced by my recent visit to the radiology clinic this morning (I'm going every morning this week for shots in my butt and doses of this and that.) Waiting rooms bum me out. I can't help looking around and thinking about all of the sadness, all of the people waiting for bad news or even worse, waiting to die. I realize this is depressing. And then I think about all of the people that work there--how do they do it? And then I think about how nice everyone is, for the most part, in the hospital--especially the nurses. They have such an important and rewarding job, and a job I really don't think I could do. How do you give someone a shot in their butt without freaking out? Not to mention performing surgery, or changing the bed pans. Wow, those people are special. I wonder if you have to have some sort of super-power to be able to block out the sadness and fear and grossness all around you? Or maybe people who go into that line of work just have so much compassion they don't even think about those things. I don't know. But it sure makes you feel humble, I know that much.

F.

daily haiku # 3

(this is from Sunday)

sun-drenched bodies lie
upon a long rotting dock
gentle waves lapping.

daily haiku #2

saturday morning
newspapers, coffee in bed
stop time and stay here

franny's daily haiku #1

Not sure I can keep this up, but here is my first installation:

planning my escape
beneath the bright fluorescents.
dreaming of landscapes.

wanderlonging

I received an email in my inbox yesterday about an educator's trip to Cuba. Since then, I can't stop thinking about this:

and this:

and this:

and, of course, this:

I spend a lot of my time dreaming about travel. I think that, at 33, if I am not settling down and having kids and all of that...I should be doing something much cooler than I currently am. Don't get me wrong--I love my job, and my new living space, and my boyfriend. But the idea of traveling around the word, eating amazing things, speaking different languages, seeing something new every day...if I could figure out some way to balance both worlds (and keep my cats fed in the process,) I'd be a happy camper.

So...should I go?

cats

is there anything more lovely than a warm purring cat?

what i am/is tired of jam

new blog. just started. no theme. just my thoughts, ideas, projects, likes/dislikes and tales from the bright and dark sides of elizabeth.  i'm supposed to be working now, so more later.