Monday Musings in Packrat

Random thoughts because my brain doesn't want to focus.

• I'm still thrilled to pieces that Drummer Boy came to our pow wow. I love that he hugged me and we talked, but my joy is that he showed up at all. We met 26 years ago.

• I'm 50 years old, but I bought myself a little Toothless figurine after seeing How to Train Your Dragon 2 for the second time. I put him on my desk because he's so cute and he reminds me of my doctor cat. He also reminds me to believe.

• I believe. I just finished rereading Summer with the Leprechans by Tanis Helliwell.

• I need to go back to Charleston and the ocean. Seriously.

• Some of the relatives I just met are nice people but totally clueless. My mom mentioned them as "so and so" 's family, and I had to laugh and remind her that that means they're our family, too.

• Girls just want to have fun. Even if they're old girls.

• Sometimes when I write in my journal I wonder what my niece will one day think of it. Now I sometimes feel as if I'm writing to her. When I commented to a family member that there are some things I don't want her to have to read, she said maybe they would help her understand me better.

• Feeling I write to her comes as a "tinge" on occasion, and I need to get that out of my head or my honesty is over.

• One of the liberating things about being 50 is that I don't feel scrutinized anymore, but today different someones were aware of me, and that was okay, too.

• My brother gave me a new cell phone for Christmas. I just brought it in to work to activate it last week, but it's still sitting on my desk, waiting.

• I brushed my hair and sprayed it down. Right now I look like Albert Einstein or Don King. No, I haven't been in a tornado; my hair has always done its own thing...like Medusa's. At least it doesn't bite. At least, I don't think it does.

• I don't feel 50.