Crankiness, gorgeous weather, and my zombie screenplay...
Zuzu breakfast, part II "Chloe goes first."
I've been super cranky the last few days. It it must be all the gorgeous weather coupled with my lack of a good 'excitement control valve'. Having imagined being a special needs teacher since I was in the third grade,so working with the kids at Edgewater was a dream come true. After two dreamy overly excited days, I crashed, and was slogging around like a zombie looking for a victim.
Speaking of zombies, I have the best storyline for a zombie movie: A 'greedy corporation' comes up with an agricultural formula for food that has no calories. People are wild for it, (no zombies yet, just people greedy for the skinny.) The more people eat, the thinner they become. After a honeymoon period of universal elegance, there being 'no such thing as too thin,' the corporation's plants cross pollinate with the nation's food supply and leave it with no nutritional value. Eventually, people start needing to fuel their bodies and you know the rest.
Which brings me back to yesterday's dark mood. I tried to shake it by working in my glass studio. I tried sitting in the sun, meditating, even reading a book on love. (I am enjoying Love Wins by Rob Bell.) I decided to make myself get out of the house and run errands. As I sat at a stop light grumbling that I don't want to be living in the city, too much traffic, blah blah blah, cuss cuss cuss my light turned green. I slowly entered the intersection and wiz BANG! a woman ran a red light, smashed into my front bumper, then swerved onto the median. I sat at the intersection so long, stunned and frozen and not knowing what to do, that the man behind me came to make sure I was OK. I was fine, just jittery. I pulled the car back into the parking lot and awaited the traffic police. Meanwhile, the woman who hit me left the scene in her left white 91 chevy with a dented right front bumper. (Maybe she fled because my eyes turned lime green, I was drooling, and she thought I was going to eat her. Tell it to the judge, sweetheart.) Thank you Guy in the Bright Red Pick-up, for bringing me her license plate number. And to think I was cursing big trucks as I was squeezing out of my car in a tight parking space earlier in the day.
ColdPlay is on the Today's show making me want to buy some low-tops and hop, skip, and spin around a stage. I love the sense of play they emanate. It reminds me of my 10-year-old Danielle, dressed in her terrycloth bathrobe, dancing in the rain. I will close on a very bright note: a couple more pictures I received from my friends at Edgewater.
