When I was little, I had dreams of being in the olympics, you should’ve seen my landing, arch back, and bow to the judges. My Dad even took the swings off of our swing set so I could practice. In that gymnastics gym, I learned two life lessons from not being allowed to say the word “can’t,” and from falling off the high beam.
I recall sidewalk chalk, Polly Pocket, some sticks and rocks to make a pretend fire, caterpillars, clouds drifting in the sky, a good story, a hug from my Mom or Dad, the smell of french toast cooking, and singing made up songs, all equaled contentment, what else could there be?
It’s been said there will never be a revolution in America, because we’re all too comfortable. How are comfortable are you? Sure you may want more money in your bank account, or to have or do, this or that. But are you too comfortable to change? Or maybe to scared? So who are you?
We went to see and participate in a fabulous play last night, “The Judgement of Fools,” written by Bernardo Cubría. This is the last weekend, so if you can make it, GO! It was interactive, and unpredictable. We, an audience of strangers, shared laughter, opinions, and were enlightened. There were several scenarios that sparked conversation, and one situation that caused quite a discussion. **SPOILER ALERT** A woman, who feels unloved, has sex with her married male co-worker in an alley, after a few drinks at an office party. His wife is in the hospital with complications after giving birth to their child, and he is feeling burdened with stress. We the audience were asked, “Is she a slut?” Their words, not mine.
Puppies have the cutest floppy ears, an always licking everything pink tongue, soft whines, clumsy feet, they’re adorable, sweet, loving, and oh yeah, they poop.
And last week, I went to a film festival . . .