Wind and Doors

Last night after I fell asleep, I dreamed that I was going to bed -- I remember vividly closing my bedroom door, the glow of the lamp in my room, the feeling of my hand as it closed. I remember the thought even, that I wanted it closed and then the moment's hesitation after doing it -- did I really want it closed?

I was so convinced that this actually happened that when I woke up this morning and saw my bedroom door open, I literally bolted up and gasped. Then I looked and realized I couldn't have closed my door -- the vacum cleaner is in the way, sitting right in front of it. So is my new purse. There is no way I could have closed my door with those items sitting in front of it. Dreams are interesting, aren't they?

The wind is gusting so loud oustide that it sounds like it's raining in periodic bursts. I seem to always find apartments in windy spots. In my last apartment, the wind got so strong that it literally knocked my satellite dish off of my balcony, ripping it loose from zip ties that held it in place. I suppose Windy Ridge Lane was an appropriate address....

I need more action in my life. Beth and I are going to Helen on Saturday for a few hours just to do something. I'm waking up early tomorrow to do something physically active, even if it's only walking up and down the hills of my apartment complex. I'm considering signing up for some sort of ballroom dance lessons. I think I'm going to take advantage of LA Fitness's New Year's membership discounts and finally join a gym.

I've renewed my passion for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

"Nothing that I can do will change the structure of the universe. But maybe, by raising my voice, I can help the greatest of all causes -- good will among men and peace on earth."
-Albert Einstein