This morning, we were making our usual mad escape from the neighborhood, when the car in front of us stopped. There was a golf cart at the side of the road with people milling about.
A manager from the apartment office came up to our car window, so I rolled it down, totally having forgotten that it was “drive-thru breakfast day”, a kind of thank you for living at our apartment complex.
We received two of these yummy chocolate muffins and two bottles of orange drink. 
One of my favourite songs, sung by Nina Simone and featured in “Seven Pounds” which you may want to run out right now and rent.
Feelin’ Good
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin’ on by you know how I feelIt’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling goodFish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom in the tree you know how I feelIt’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling goodDragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you
know
Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For meStars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feelIt’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good
Focus on the good. Try to toss the rest away, as best you can.
Happy Birthday to my dear, sweet friend! I hope you’ll have a lovely day, and get loads more Twitter followers. 
(She’s number 2 in her area, you know)
Big hugs and loads of good wishes!
I had a dream that I was in some airport, catching a flight with my daughter to see Ian. I forgot to print off my boarding pass, so at the last minute, I went to the counter to have it printed. In the back of my head, I was thinking “I hope the seats aren’t all assigned already!”
Starting to panic, I attempted to speak to the counter girl. She decided it was humour day and I just wasn’t getting it. She finally saw that I was humour-free and actually had a mission to complete in a very short amount of time, so she shifted me off to a counter across the room. Everyone seemed busy helping other customers. It was finally my turn to speak to someone.
He thought he was funny, too. I indicated that my flight was about to leave and I needed a boarding pass, and one to board my flight in Chicago, too. As he handed me a boarding pass for the flight to Chicago, he wrote down the name of some car rental company and handed it to me (it’s because dreams don’t need to make sense, I guess) as a resource for getting my boarding passes onward from Chicago.
I looked forever for my black luggage so I could wheel it to the gate (because who needs baggage check-in, eh?) I finally found the luggage, which I remembered putting in a particular spot as I was speaking to my grandfather (who passed on years ago, but was seeing me off at the airport).
So, collected my bags, corralled my daughter and proceeded to the gate.
Oh crap! I forgot to get her boarding pass. I’ll just plead totally daft at the gate…. where they ended up just letting her on the plane without question.
I’m sure this all means something. LOL
Happy Easter, people!
I’ve elected to direct Ian to Schoolhouse Rock videos to learn about American History.
My dad is the history/government person in the family (actually, he knows lots about math and science, too, and sizing pipes with natural gas for pressure above 5 psi, which may be totally unrelated to what I’m talking about.
Fun with the Electoral College
My favourite Schoolhouse Rock shows involved the grammer ones:
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