LOST AND FOUND

I get nostalgic about odd things.

I find the distinct smell of a doctor's office extremely reassuring... probably because my mom worked for several physicians.


I honestly do love those horribly ugly 60's and 70's 'art-deco' buildings - those were new while I was growing up.

The feeling of your skin when you have gotten too much sun - the 'almost-burned-but-not-quite' tightness, almost tautness of your arms and face (admittedly, I am very lucky - I very rarely have had sunburns which actually hurt) from either being at the beach or the pool too long, and you are dehydrated in very way possible.

And I have been homesick for Hawaii for years and years... in fact, since December 1991, when I left last time.

So tonight watching "Lost" reruns and being fully aware that the Pacific Ocean (well, the water in Pearl Harbor, but that's close enough) was literally 50 yards away....


Ah. Back home again.

PLAYING COWBOY

I like individuals with a bit of an attitude.

Ones that draw outside the borders. Uses only broken crayons. Scribble all over newspapers instead of their coloring books.

And why am I using elementary school examples?

I don't go out of my way to break the law - in fact, I discovered last night I was driving without my wallet (i.e. drivers license, any identification AND my ATM... which is how I discovered I did not have it), I was quite upset - at myself.

Well, and the fact that I couldn't get any money out of the bank, but that's another problem.

But I admit that in a lot of things which are NOT criminally connected I like seeing how much I can get away with.

I play devil's advocate, questioning the liberal case as if I'm a conservative... and then the conservative as if I'm a liberal.

If I am instructed to go sixteen steps, then I just have to find out what happens when I go twenty.

Well, to be perfectly honest, I am much more the type to go twelve steps and see if I can get away with that. Lazy, no - energy-saving, yes.

So today when I mounted a little sorrel gelding (appropriately named 'Red'), I noticed that he was not especially eager to leave the barn and his fellow horses.

Oh, no.

It was fun to have a horse who did not want to obey - in any way possible.

Wait a minute, I have one of those at HOME.