I love rain. I love rain because I no longer live in Seattle. Today the rain is falling, thick – dense – and very, very gray. Utterly lovely.
I woke up this morning in the middle of a dream. A dream of a funeral that never happened being led by an impressive woman – rather stout, large perfectly round black glasses (LARGE – think iconic) and big, bold red lips. She wasn’t attractive, but she had presence. She started speaking and those around me stood up and began to feel the Power, because it was a Pentecostal funeral.
Then everyone suddenly sat down, realizing it wasn’t about feeling the Power right now, it was about the dead person in the casket *right in front of us*. That’s when I realized it was Derek’s funeral. I thought, “oh…it’s about time”…and then I woke up. And no, I’m not sad, just weird. ( I forgot to mention that the Smiths were playing – a la Funeral Muzak – Cemetery Gates. Pandora just reminded me. )
Today is Chad’s birthday. Yeah! He’s getting closer to 40! I know that someday, somehow, he will eventually catch up with me. Right? I didn’t get to say “Happy Birthday” before he said “It’s my birthday” but it was necessary for him to say “It’s my birthday” as he woke up and hit the ground running – full of those thoughts that we have as flip to a new year.
So there you go. Rain, and just the right amount of sweet melancholy to make what could be a dreary day an absolutely lovely day.
Back I fly to the site re-design (why did NO ONE tell me how icky it is looking these days???), the scrap & swap challenge that I’m organizing (my very first challenge!), planning a S.U.R.P.R.I.S.E. for Chad this evening
(and yeah, I know he reads this! shhh!), and trying to remember what it was that I was going to post about before I became distracted by the Dream of the Woman with Fran Leibowitz Glasses.
And no, I don’t know who the heck Fran Leibowitz is. Oh, the joy of useless media saturation. But that – that is another post…