No Hands, all feet and hips.

Dancing at No Hands? My seventeen year old self is in ecstasy! I must’ve walked across/swum under this bridge every other day at that age. My thirty seven year old self would take the time to enjoy this as often as possible, as well- I wish this dance floor could exist again.

Thanks dear Jason Adair for sending this to me!

Sonic Boom

Throughout my childhood, I spent my summers in Redwater, TX, with my mammaw. The very, very small town was way out in the country, but sort of near an air base.

At least once a month- while we were out gardening, or sitting in the shade eating peaches off the tree or homemade pudding pops- a plane would fly overhead and break the sound barrier. I remember exactly where I was standing the first time I heard it. I remember how my hot, humid skin felt as chills spread all over, how it frightened me just a little bit, and the sense of wonder and amazement that overcame me. It was an absolute thrill every single time, every single summer. Sonic booms are still one of my favorite sounds.

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An excerpt from a friendly blog project I am participating in: http://january1910.blogspot.com

Luxurious Thursday comes every week. The first of two full days working from home- every week. One place, at my pace.
Always feels like hooky. Always refreshing- even though I’m working.

I can’t really remember the weather today, but this evening a thick fog is descending slowly upon us. Walking around downtown after Tron 3D at the Esquire, I feel like I’m IN Tron. So black and misty. No, maybe Ghostbusters- there’s City Hall, and the ancient Library- the tops of the buildings slowly disappearing. Crows fill the treetops, as numerous as the leaves of summer, standing out starkly, eerily against the spotlit historical buildings- and I feel thankful to have this night.

Yesterday, the contracts, and today the loan papers. I’ve never seen so many papers. I’m feeling buried in papers, and I’m starting to become stressed that I will miss some tiny little important thing. I’m trying to keep my cool.

Listened to Obama’s speech in Arizona- just a speech about being a good human, doing right by the world. I know a few people who should give this a listen. Sadly, so many folks that could take it to heart will never hear it because they don’t like him. Why are politics so hateful and ridiculous?

Took the morning yoga class today, since tonight we met Uncle Duck, Evan, Julia & Jake downtown at Temple for warm beverages, and took them to see Tron 3D. It was our second time (1st time for 3D), their first, and I loved it even more this time- even more in 3D! Not normally my preference- maybe it was IMAX that made it so rad. Evan flies back home to Denver tomorrow, and I’m glad we got two good nights with him this trip.