Better times

Well, it's inevitable. You get fed up and feel like crap, so of course, things can only get better after you can't feel any worse (although frankly, I have felt worse).

Mom was in full-tilt-action mode this morning, when she woke me up at 10AM. She'd already filled out the cosign forms for the apartment, and was getting ready to head to the bank to get them notarized and faxed. So I decided to hop in the car with her--my dreams were so disturbing, involving being a zombie creation caught by scientists who wanted to dissect me, that I was happy to join her in the land of the living for the morning.

After that was ALL DONE, it was about noon. Mom started talking about cleaning again, so I went upstairs, stripped back to pajamas and went back to sleep. I dreamt I was in Regional Honors Band again, and the conductor had just signalled for us to start tuning, and I realized I'd left my french horn out in the auditorium. I ran to go get it, and realized that I couldn't get back on stage past the sections that were already tuning, and then I realized I didn't have my contacts in and couldn't see the music. Then I woke up.

It was then 4:50PM. Wow.

around 6PM, mom and dad and I went to the Our Lady of Peace Church & School Fiesta. When we arrived, just as it began, there was about nobody there. The weather was cold and suggesting rain. We grabbed some dinner--mmmmmcheesy enchiladas and chips and salsa. I'm coming back Saturday night for the cabbage rolls (seriously). Seeing hardly anybody at any of the carnival booths, we decided to be encouraging patrons, and got our hair sprayed various colors. Mom got blue, which only showed on the few grey streaks she has now. I got orange-pink, which was rather subtle. We both still have dark hair. Now dad, on the other hand, has a distinct halo of grey on his head. So his choice of green. . .woow. He claimed it was in honor of the opening of "The Hulk" in theatres. There was just something marvelous about a guy in his mid-fifties walking around with bright green hair, with sparkles. The little preschoolers just couldn't believe it. It's just not something you see every day.

Most of the time, we all just hung out and listened to Smoke Daddy and the Crawfish, the band Dave and I would like to have play our wedding reception some day. They rock.

Well, other branches of the Pollack Clan are headed into town soon. Should be interesting . . .

Oh, and please note the addition of Jonah's weblog to the list of available links. Interesting adventures, although sometimes lacking in periods :)