I'm feeling a tendency towards regression. I want to relive and appreciate all my childhood memories. I'm not quite ready to foster these memories for a child of my own, but I realize they can't be mine anymore. I can't go back to Girl Scout camp or participate in an Easter egg hunt. The problem is that I don't understand where I DO fit.
I went to breakfast with a dear friend this morning. Breakfast is so sacred to me. Everything about it; the start of your day, the nourishment of your body, the peace of a new beginning.
I had an egg McBongo (an egg white with different kinds of cheese on an english muffin). Next time I'll opt out of the cheese, but it was quite good.
Coffee houses at nine o'clock are just so nice.
Spoon River time for Acting I! I've picked out my monologues (Elsa Wertman, Russian Sonia, and William and Emily). I'll be sad to see my previous skit done, but perhaps it is tired and my partner's heart's no longer in it.
Tomorrow is the beloved baseball game. Cannot wait. It's going to be 65 degrees. Sunny skies. I wish I had my sunglasses. I shall persevere, however.
lots of lists today (it was classtime)
wafer sandwich cookies
rocket popsicles
watermelon popsicles
the zoo
animal crackers
popcorn in a hotdog bun
dinosaurs
giraffes
rhinoceros
chandeliers
trick-or-treating
Neopolitan
french toast
kites
wrought iron
coffee shop
tea sandwich
crumpet
biscotti
english muffin
blackberry pie
horseback riding
red grapes
Saltines
J. Crew
sailboat
wave pool
tennis
paint can
painting
easels
raisin oatmeal
salmon
sandbox
Easter egg hunts
Easter baskets
picnic baskets
wicker
meteorology
vineyard
tangerines
scrapbooking
hot tea
scalloped edges
galoshes
baseball
pancakes
biscuits
rainforest
treehouses
treasure
babies
sandcastles
library
children's books
macaroni
apple orchard
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