frazzled & frumpy

(Image from vectorvaco.com) Our days are made up of decisions.  One at a time.  Many of them last about as long as the cookie we eat or the TV show we watch.  Others are cumulative and  reach their tentacles out to touch our future.  We often don’t realize it at the time, because we’re all near-sighted when it comes to our vision of the future.  There are no magic glasses for us to wear as we choose each day. For the most part, I don’t look back on my life with regret.   I hate when someone is asked, “If you could do it all again, what would you change.” Because, well, you can’t.   And if you could, you’d make the same choices and mistakes as the first time around, because,    you’re you.   My major decisions, who I married, my children (even the unexpected ones),   where we live, I’m happy with them all.   I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, one thing. Friday night we went to Odyssey Dance Theater’s production, “Thri...

"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the wind longs to play with your hair." -Kahlil Gibran I do not have a foot fetish, contrary to what this blog may suggest. I do, however, like my feet. They are truly marvelous creatures. I don't remember learning to walk, but I'm pretty sure I did it. I remember when running was enjoyable (when I was 8). That complete abandon you feel when you plummet down a hill, arms wide. Not possible without feet. In high school, I tried out for drill team and was introduced to the beauty and wonder of dance. I danced in college, both on a team and in ballroom classes. I ate it up, couldn't get enough. Jumping, twirling, floating across the floor. John Dryden said "Dancing is the poetry of the foot." My feet were authors of great poetry. I haven't danced in a very long time, but in the back of my mind there's always the hope that someday I will again. My feet miss it. They've been bus...