We are currently in the midst of the Palm Springs Film Festival and this year we are honoring Clint Eastwood. So everything is Eastwoodsy...trivia...quotes...movies...tickets...you name it, it's Eastwoodsy...go ahead, make my day...
I was driving home from taking the boy to high school and drove past the casino. Should those two things even BE in the same neighborhood? Billy Joel is playing there...the casino, not the high school...and shouldn't that be reversed? Billy Joel is working a mile and a half from my house. Billy Joel. He'll play us a song. He's The Piano Man.
There is a palm tree in my neighbor's back yard that has a light at the base of it. I cannot see the base of the tree, but I can tell it has a light located there. I can only see the top of the tree and its beautiful fronds. At night, that indirect lighting, combined with the wind, tends to bounce off of those fronds in the most delightful and hypnotizing manner. I like to stand in my carport at a particular time in the evening when the moon is over that palm tree and watch the reflection of that light dance on the fronds. That's a particularly pleasant time of evening for me. It's my own little personal light show. And then I realized that it's probably my seizure disorder talking and I really need to tear myself away and just go inside...but it's a painful departure and I seldom listen to my rational side...is anyone even remotely surprised by that?
I was going to apply to the Betty Ford Center for employment (five miles down the road) but they have no open positions...and then I thought...maybe if I go in as a patient first then I'll have my foot in the door...and then I thought, "No...wait..."
Okay...just some random thoughts as I was driving around this morning while the sun was rising in the East...because it just doesn't rise anywhere else round these parts...have a good day....
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i like the way the lights from I-70 play on the side of the abandoned warehouse next to where i live. not palm fronds, perhaps, but there's a certain lullabye to it.
That's a lovely way of looking at it...and that is indeed what it is...a "lullabye"....I love that....thanks honey....
Wait...this is Nancy isn't it?....that just dawned on me, like 8 hours laters...duh....Abby doesn't live next to an abandoned warehouse!...yeesh....sorry...but you're still a honey to me....
Oh, I am so glad you explained that, mom. I was thinking, I-70!? They don't live anywhere close to 70. . . anyway, I feel much better now. Not losing my mind. . .today, anyway. :)
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