My fortune cookie

Last night I had dream in which my grandfather and I were ballroom dancing. He was really good, and I apologized for not being able to dance as we moved around the floor. He said all I needed was to find a man who knew how to lead. I remember feeling very warm and comforted.

Funny how a dream like that can sometimes seem like a visual fortune cookie.

Resting position

There is always so much I want to blog about when I come back to Texas. Texas is the state that makes me want to pen that first novel. My memories and thoughts never fail to flood me, sometimes overwhelm me.

Of course, as always I usually have an excuse. This week it's that I am tired. I am cheerleader extraordinaire at a nursing home in Texas, beginning my days at 7am and not leaving until after 8pm. I am rescuer of the stranded elderly in need of the extra push, physical therapy aide who says you can indeed do it, and comedic relief when there seems to be nothing to laugh at. I'm taking 32 years of being parented and thrusting it back at those who raised me. If I could "do anything you want as long as you believe," then so can you (and I'm going to tell you about it.

So maybe I'll post about Texas men and being on a puddle jumper with on men as the other passengers at a later date. For now, it's all nursing home all the time.

Check out the nursing home pics here (http://www.flickr.com/photos/notmiranda).