A Little Splash of Color

My hibiscus is resting; still, occasionally, she blooms big.

: )



And in an unrelated frame of mind, this is the lyric running through my brain ... even though I have Smashing Pumpkins semi-blaring on the stereo, just now:

Today is the greatest
Day I’ve ever known
Can’t live for tomorrow
Tomorrow’s blah-de-blah
(OK, I have NO idea exactly what Billy sings right there)

: )

Besides, the lyric I have in mind is this one:

I found a picture of you
Oh oh oh oh
What hijacked my world that night
To a place in the past we've been cast out of
Oh oh oh oh
Now we’re back in the fight
We’re back on the train, hey
Aaaah
Back on the chain gang

Mainly for the picture part.

Oh. Ah! “Landslide” is on now, and I love it. Adore it. By the Pumpkins or the Dixie Chicks or Stevie. Mostly Stevie.

And it rained today, some. And according to The Weather Channel, every day this week: Gray clouds with a lil’ lightning bolt streaking down from it. And RAIN! EVERY DAY! Can you even imagine a full week of rain? Thunderstorms?

Wow.

: )

I nearly died yesterday. Or I nearly would have died, had I arrived at the exact same spot on the interstate as the semi behind me just a split-second or two earlier, instead of right when I did. Which, I am quite certain, undoubtedly earned me a very special place in the semi driver’s ... uhm, heart, after I basically pulled out or in or whatever, RIGHT in front of him (or I guess it could’ve been a her, who knows, I wasn’t even looking, which is the very reason I nearly died).

It’s so strange when you totally fuck up, driving-wise, but somehow emerge unscathed. Here I am, feeling happy and a little tired and what-not after leaving the birthday party — where Little John and I won the croquet tournament AND the water-balloon toss, which, in my estimation, were the two most difficult competitions of the entire event (not counting the 3-legged race, which hurt my ankle severely) — and looking all kinds of forward to seeing Garden State, which I have determined I can make it to JUST in time, if I drive relatively quickly.

So I take the exit onto I-57, and I swear to God I looked to my left as I was merging, but it is quite possible I was talking, too, and probably lost in thought as well (when am I not, really?), so I did not see anything (I guess?) and as I get onto the interstate, I glance up into my rearview mirror and see that it is completely filled with the image of the white semi RIGHT behind me. And I guess my arm jerked or something because The Lovely thought I was having some kind of SEIZURE (a.k.a. Caesar), but instead, I am like, “No, not a seizure; I am simply trying to get us killed.”

Then I floored the gas pedal to get as far away from the undoubtedly irate semi driver as possible.

: (

And I wanted to like Garden State more than I did, and I think that perhaps I shall, once I have had some time to think about it more. I mean, what the heck, I wasn’t all that crazy about Stealing Home the first time I saw it, either, and now I have to classify it as one of my all-time faves, so who knows?

I think, had I seen GS about 10 years ago, maybe 15, I would have appreciated it more. Which pains me to say because the underlying message is that I somehow feel too old for this movie, somehow.

I mean, I have been through that feeling of numbness, that detachment, that awareness that I really had no clue what I wanted to do or be or whatever whenever I grew up ... albeit almost entirely without any kind of medication (except for all the alcohol) ... so that part sort of flew right by me.

Although, had I seen this movie two years ago, it might have prompted me to slit my throat.