Today was a dumb day.

This morning started out at 7:00AM, waking in order to try to make it to the DMV to get a Massachusetts driver's license. Two hours later, I walked out of the DMV with no license, because none of the 5 documents I brought with me to verify my residency in Somerville counted - including two documents sent to me at that address from the DMV itself. I need a utility bill or bank statement. Looks like this task is going to have to wait.

This afternoon, I went to work finishing the transcriptions I've been typing as a semi-part-time job. My space bar had already fallen off, but the rubber tip was still on, and so it still worked with some manner of integrity. No longer. The rubber is off, folks. (Yeah, feel free to giggle.)

So I go to buy a keyboard. The Staples closest to me doesn't have one for less than $50. But the one about a mile away does. So I walk. And I get a keyboard for $15. Hurray! And there's a bus right by the Staples going back home! Hurray!

But I get on the one going away from Coolidge Corner. And towards Harvard. And I'm too proud to get out when we stop and there's the 66 bus going in the opposite direction right across the street. So from Harvard I go to Park Street, and from Park Street back to Coolidge Corner. Finally. Almost two hours after I left in the first place. No doubt it could be said that by the end of the whole ordeal I was frustrated, hot, tired, and feeling more than a little moronic.

But hey - at least I got to cross a bridge.

Bittersweet memories

Last night I had a dream, so real I expected my reality to be different when I left it. Among other things, I was at a writing workshop in some anonymous city, and found a dream-friend of mine who was there as well for other reasons. (I say "dream-friend" because I knew them well and recognized them in the dream, but was not able to recall the face afterwards.) Happy adventures and much laughter ensues. The dream ends on a bridge with a caress intended to get hair out of my face which then continued down my cheek. It was at that point that my alarm woke me (stupid alarm) and a moment later a driver outside my room lay on his horn. Not surprisingly, I was not able to return to the dream. Before I was able to recognize what was reality and was subconscious, I had this tumult of intense including feeling loved, feeling safe, feeling respected and yet protected, but still somehow sad with the realization that I couldn't have what I wanted - all with this level of intensity which surprised me for, you know, not being real. Perhaps I've spent too much time lost in my books and my daydreams, where love stories are told in ways that rarely happen in "the real world." Pity.

I heard a song for the first time the other day that I fell in love with. I think it may just be the inspiration for the dream. Drat Shawn Colvin. And yet, can it come again, only this time without the obnoxious driver and the interruption of NPR?

Venetian Blue

It still hasn't snowed in a lifetime
And I am still frozen in time
Where did you come from?
How could you leave
And why can't you be mine?

I'm caught in between a lifeline
And a love so deep I will drown
Let it pour like silver
In this empty room
And wear this memory down.

So come to me soon and I'll hold you
We'll be eye to eye, skin to skin
And I'll stroke the fire
Of this cruel December
Until I see you again.

Then I'll lay you down in May
I'll have my way with you
The water town
Is raining down
Pools of Venetian Blue

Let it pour like silver
In this empty room
Pools of Venetian Blue

Lobster bottle?

Today I was introduced to a wine in the shape of a lobster. Yes, folks, that's right. A lobster. No longer merely an animal in the modern elementary school nativity play. This only-red-when-cooked crustacean can now be found molded in glass with alcoholic liquid inside. Check it out!

It's a mad mad mad mad world.

Today has been a strange day. My trip to the bank to change my address resulted in an acapella group audition, my feud with the bank's alarm continues, a ladybug took a rest on my thumb, and I have come back to the apartment to find that with new windows comes a pet fly. Just one. His name, I have determined, is Guildenstern. (Wanna guess what I'm watching right now?)

Which brings me to last night. There is a website I stumbled upon which makes recommendations as to a child's name based on the names of the parents. So despite the fact that I tried 4 different guy friends of mine, and got back four different male names (Keith, Dylon, Brice, and Gaven - only really approved of Brice, and then only maybe), apparently my daughter's name is destined to be Brynn. The male names changed, but the female name stayed the same. Who knew?

H'ok. So.

I had a really weird day yesterday. I was feeling a bit bummed out, with the no-job thing, and the everyone-goes-to-Europe-at-the-same-time thing, and the I-had-an-interview-that-lasted-10- minutes-and-I-got-to-say-all-of-three-sentences thing. It's about 11:30AM/12:00PM, I'm hungry, let's read - clearly its time for an Auntie Anne's pretzel from South Station and some serious bridge time and reading by the docks.

I love that stupid bridge. I'm there every time I'm even remotely in the area and have the time. It's so windy you can't hear sometimes, and the smell of salt from the moving water below (despite the level of grossness that the Boston Harbor currently, well, harbors)... I don't know. I guess I just expect that with the right song on the iPod Prince Whats-his-name is going to come along and sweep me up in an affair of romance and passion that even William Gordon, Orson Scott Card and the fairy tales can't compete with. Some days its nice just to revel in the daydreams, despite the realistic attitude you try to adopt in life.

Realism hit a few hours later, however, in the best of ways. After... too many... months of looking, I finally got a job. One that I even want this time. After the background check, a drug test (I told you so, Adam), and some paperwork, I will be the new Client Services Associate at a marketing firm in Waltham, MA. So now I'm jumping for joy, really wanting a beer, and not worrying quite so much about the possible hundreds of dollars it might take to get the car ship-shape. (Anybody know how to change a catalytic converter? I'll treat you to good sushi...)

So yeah. After a few calls around, Boy came over to celebrate- I told him I'd treat him to Mamma Mia!, which we saw today.

And that's been the past day. Strange, good, full of dreaming. Moving in a week. Got the electricity/gas started at the new place. Just can't wait to be in my own bed with my own furniture and my own quilt to wrap in and an actual income. Someday soon!