As people clear out of here for the holidays, I’m proud to be a local Bay Area girl. The fact that I don’t have to take off my shoes and coat, go through airport security, get delayed, and all that jazz puts one big Cheshire Cat smile on my face.
Today the holiday season officially started for me in my head. The work week is over. I’m just getting settled after being gone for two weeks. The laundry is complete and folded. Dry cleaning is done. All the mail has been read.
And tonight, the SF Symphony screened the Wizard of Oz movie while playing the scores–they even played the MGM promo music from the very beginning of the movie to the credits at the end. As much as I love classical music, I can’t stand the symphony. I fall asleep without something visually entertaining to complement the music. This was perfect. Plus, I hadn’t seen the movie in a long time so I sorta had forgotten the plot sequence. There were a shitload of kids there, but a handful of girls dressed up as Dorothy with a blue and white checkered dress and ruby slippers. So cute. Then afterwards I walked around Hayes Valley, delighted to bump into a women’s chorus caroling. More classic music to end my night.
I am exhausted and ready for bed. I was exhausted last night, too. After half a bottle of wine at Marc’s place, I fluttered my eyelids while he talked to me. “Catchy, are you falling asleep on me?”
“Huh, unh, yeah. I’m just going to rest for a few minutes.” Then I heard myself snoring! How insane is that? I was so tired I had to take a nap, but couldn’t sleep well enough that I was conscious of everything going on. Propped up on his couch, I actually dazed in and out while watching Marc concentrate on his cookbooks and I also heard my snoring. Very bizarre.
I’m getting tired now. Time for bed.
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