Dreams & Magic

I dreamed that you, you, and you moved down to Texas to live with me (probably from recent emailing about the move). Y'all came roaring in around midnight in a van painted with red candy apples all over it. Cool van, I say. Like the Mystery Machine, says Lor. Betsy hollers Where's the blender, pretty lady??? as she comes running in the door. Lor and Bob come in with all sorts of boxes filled with garlands and hula skirts (I blame the beatnik's tiki icon for that). Lor's asking for Larry's number (my tattoo guy) and Bob's got these boss blue braids that stand straight up from her head (perhaps a dream reference from watching The Tick last night?). I'm in the middle of taking clothes out of the dryer and I realize that I've washed and dried all of my clothes on the hangers. Weird. Then Bob proceeds to explain that she's going to make a pitcher of Margarita Jumpers. What is a Margarita Jumper, you ask? I don't know either...but it's some sort of concoction made with margarita mix, tequila, mango syrup, crushed ice and ginger ale...they were delish. That's all I remember.

High point of the day so far: my big hug from a little girl who was in Max's class last year. I usually walk Max to class in the mornings and I see her as she comes in. I painted the kids' faces last year at the Christmas party....dressed up in my best red velvety sparkly stuff because kids love that. I remember the day of the party, she asked me "Are you magic?" And I said, "Of course I am! Everyone is, but some people just don't know they are." She nodded her head as if to say Yeah, I know. So this sweet little girl stops me in the hall every time she sees me now and wraps her tiny ams around my neck. Today she gave me a single pink bead. "I found this," she said. "Why, it's a treasure!" I exclaimed with much fanfare, "Thank you!" She walked away beaming. Magic. Pure magic. : )