wavelengths

on my way to work, i called dad because i suddenly thought it might be fun if he brought a machete.

"already packed!"

don't you wish you had that kind of connection with your family?

sign of spring

for the last 30-ish minutes, i've been seeing flashes of light out of the corners of my eyes. when it happens, i stop what i'm doing and stare in one direction for a few seconds to see if it happens again. it doesn't. it waits until i'm not paying attention because it enjoys taking me by surprise.
figments of my imagination? maybe. actual flashing light? maybe. i have it narrowed down to two movie scenarios:

1. signs. the aliens are looking for a place to land, my yard is vast, and my little house is no match to alien destruction rays. no fuss, no muss. i probably shouldn't be sitting upstairs, but i'm thinking that maybe it doesn't matter how high off the ground you are when you're disintegrated. does gravity affect that at all? maybe i should just make sure i'm near some water. i'll go sit in the bathroom.
2. phenomenon. i'm getting smarter so i can die young and brilliant. how ironic. why isn't jeopardy on when you need it? maybe with my newfound intelligence i'll be able to teach zoey how to dial 9-1-1 when the big moment comes. i'll be so smart, in fact, i'll be able to teach her how to dial 9-1-1 in english, arabic, latin, and ebonics. looks like aaron doesn't need to buy that thing we saw at the sharper image that translates dog barks into words. i'll already know.

wait ... i think it's raining. i'd forgotten what a thunderstorm sounds like. sorry for the false alarm.

habitual

that's what happens to me, too. i'll drive twenty miles and suddenly realize that i left it on the roof when i was in the grocery store parking lot. it brings me to a screaming halt on a dusty road where no one is around to care anyway, and i'm left feeling allergic and irresponsible.

denise and i had a smoke break this afternoon and she said [note: this is completely out of context], "i need therapy."

that's my story. i wait for things to change. when they do, i don't pay any attention until they're habit and i find myself waiting for things to change. guess what i'm doing right now. bingo. am i content? believe it, baby.