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Ms. Jazz told me today, that she can almost see flowers growing in my wake. She told me I was born in the wrong era. She also told me that when she was in high school (probably the same time as my mom), that she would beat up people with my similar personality. Apparently, by definition, she was a Greaser .  She says, though, that she really loves my energy. I personally think she just loves the stories I tell her.  Greaser Girl   I laughed at her joke. I can do that now, because the trauma of junior high is finally healing. I did; however, tell her that girls like her still do beat up girls like me. I had a tough time and that wasn't something that went away when I graduated middle school. I'm afraid to start auditioning. I dragged my feet with the pictures, then dragged my feet again at getting them looked at by a second person. I'm still dragging my feet to get them sent off for copies. Now I'm dragging my feet to book an audition. I

Things are looking up... but that might be because I feel super charged. (Or I'm on dealing with a manic high, which is also a very big possibility) There are so many goals to achieve for 2020. I'd like to add to my art collection, though I am running out of wall space. I'm trying to fight my hording instincts and downsize on all the itty-bitty things, be more proactive with my goals and needs, etc. The surprise birthday party last Sunday was so much fun. We had to help the commune, which felt crazy. I forgot what it felt like when everyone was rushed to get things ready, but we have a great pit crew. Nurse Lucille is the chef for large parties. She knows how to make a meal stretch and it's always satisfying.  Emory and I had to stuff the balloons and tidbit extras into my car.  That morning, Emory and I bought a bottle of wine for John. The fun thing about that man, is that he shops for wine like I do. If the label catches my eye, I want to drink the stuff insi

I love staying busy, but yesterday was nuts! I spent the morning with a quick visit to the commune, which was a great idea! I helped put away some of the items that came back from the caravan trip. It's great when everyone you meet treats you like family. They become part of the caravan culture.  A long time friend gave Ann some cooking oils from Germany and Italy to give to Emory and me. Such a cool gift. I can't wait to cook with them. She also had a box with a bunch of holistic medicine for me. Our mutual friend Sue buys a lot of these oils, soaps, lotions, pain drops and teas.  My whole reason for visiting the commune in the first place was to clean a pair of gloves and this gorgeous "peace sign" print scarf I recently bought at a rummage sale. The commune has a large, silver soak bowl and great conversation. It was very much worth the visit. Ann had this crazy cool maze for the commune kids. While playing it, the maze will change so it's like a

For the better part of summer, Sue's been showing up with a few extra vegetable plants a week. Finally, she mentioned that she wanted to go to the nursery and I opted to go with her. It  was way over in a rougher part of town. The nursery itself was awesome and had everything a person could name that is legal to grow in the states and will grow in California. In other words, no invasive plants. herbs and vegetables She bought a Trinidad Scorpion pepper plant and a couple other peppers. I wrote Farmer Bill to see how hot that gets. I don't fully understand the measurement system, but it ranks as so as the HOTTEST peppers: Carolina Reapers, Trinidad Scorpion, Ghost pepper. So I asked Sue why in the world she would get something so hot. Her answer, "it was pretty." I wrote Cousin Surf Girl to see if she'd eat them. She says the hottest she goes is jalapenos. I thought she'd at least go to Ghost Peppers. Farmer Bill eats them hot so maybe I'll surprise h