I’m going to start writing this type of stuff down so that my life is not lost in the haze of my own memory. I know from experience days that are special just fade into the background snow that is our life. I’m always amazed me that when we look back on our lives they all seem pretty dull and un-amazing no matter what it was really like. Or at least that has been the case with me. It’s all these little un-amazing days that mostly make up a life. That is not to say that some days are not amazing, but it is to say that the least of them are still worth living.
Today I went outside in the Southern CA cold of around 50 degrees or so and did some juggling with Dreamie. She wants to get down a passing pattern with clubs so that we can one day do a show together. She’s close, but she needs to go out there and juggle more. There was long hair everywhere and clubs flying.
We went to a thrift store and made use of Dreamie’s apparent super power to find cool stuff on the cheap. This is a handy skill just before Christmas/Yule/whatever.
I got home and my balls had been re-aranged and one of them was missing. The mystery begins!
I sent out a bunch of proposals to different faires. If any of them take me, I’ll do a bit more traveling and adventureing.
