She can touch her toes now.
I can’t help but think of Julia as some strange kind of cat. I’ll probably think like that until she starts talking with real words. The cats talk to me and I know exactly what they want, they’re potty trained. They can take care of themselves for the most part. Julia can do none of that. So I think of her as a funny looking kitten. Strange and far better than a cat could ever be. (Sorry Gypsy and Sasha.)
Check out Artistful.com. There are some really good artists there (besides myself, of course). I think the purchasing of art will be open to the general public soon.
I’ve been having some strange dreams lately. Most recently was a dream where my friends Jocelyn and Steve and I were in their car with the Obamas. Barack kept petting Steve’s shirt and hugging him because it matched both Obamas’ suits. Steve was driving. I was in the back. Barack was taking us and a whole caravan of cars with our family and friends to see old run-down embassies that only presidents and presidential candidates had access to. Then as Steve was backing the car up to leave, a huge hole opened up and took the car. He backed us out of it only to be swallowed by yet another hole. As it turned out, the ground was just a thin, Swiss-cheese like surface covered with doors barely camouflaged by grass and dirt. At the point of falling in the second hole, someone pulled us out upside down. The car was slightly rubbery, like we were inside a giant yoga ball. Everyone (including my mother and aunt) pushed to roll us over. At this point in my dream, I began to get worried about Julia. Apparently, in dreamland, the appropriate place to keep a baby in a car is in the trunk inside of a bag of shredded mozzarella cheese.
I told you, strange dreams.
At this time tomorrow, I will be in my hairdresser’s chair getting a new ‘do. Say goodbye to the boring old brown hair with no discernable shape. And say a temporary goodbye to the white hair that’s cropping up on my head. I mean, the least it could do is grow in one big chunky white streak. My hair has no decency.
