September is the time I usually sing to myself "Fall is here, fall is here, time for me to get drunk." But guess what. I'm not singing that this fall because it has still been in the 90 degree range here in bless-ed California. However, I did see some pumpkins outside the local grocery store, which gives me hope. And since you're all dying to know what is new in my most extraordinary life, I will tell you. Randy is back in school, and doing great of course. He is currently at a conference in Missouri for four days. sigh. Good thing I never get scared at night and think of every bad thing that could happen to me when Randy's not here to defend me with our broom. And good thing I saw "The Visit" last week. For those of you who don't know, that is the movie about the scary grandparents. And it changed me. I may never look at elderly people the same way again. I used to be really sentimental towards them. Every time I saw a sweet elderly lady in the grocery store looking for the sugar aisle, I would tear up. But now, all I feel is fear. So if you feel the need to call me at night and tell me a funny story, I would answer. Anyway, I am teaching voice lessons and loving it. We have a new piano that is just stellar, and all the keys work! Such luxuries.
Random side -note. Does anyone else frequently have dreams of a tsunami coming right for them? I've had at least 30 (im not even exaggerating) dreams that I'm on the beach and I see a huge wave coming for me, and I'm trying to warn the people around me, but everyone just thinks I'm being a fool. So the waves come and sometimes I ride on top of it on a mattress, or I get sucked under it and grab onto a nearby tree branch. And other times I just die. Someone please, interpret my dream.
As you can tell I have written this blog tonight, not because I have important things to say, but because I am bored, and I miss Randy. I will probably regret this post in the morning. That is all.
