Kicking and Screaming........

.........is exactly how HRG was dragged into this century..........

But not by choice. The motherboard on my baby passed away, but not peacefully. Thankfully, The Cute Boy is a computer whiz and here I am! He even gave up one of his machines, installed the dreaded OS, copied ALL the data from the old hard drives to the new one. E-mail and everything else was saved! He's my hero, my knight in shining armour, my happily ever after. (hey, there's a song in there somewhere) Back in days of old the knight would slay a dragon--it was the measure of a man. Now it's a task as simple as being able to fix a computer problem. No sweating or bleeding involved. Not for most men anyway.

Of course there was some serious eyebrow lifting going on. Ok, so maybe I'm not as organized as I should be. There are exactly 4,774 messages in my e-mail folders. Most of them in the Inbox. It'll take hours to sort through them all. Who am I kidding? It'll take a day. Or two. Three tops.

This was not exactly how I'd planned to start my summer holidays.

But you know, it can wait. The promised rain has yet to fall, it's just cool enough to get started on the balcony. Flowers are starting to bloom in teeny tiny pots. Like HRG, they too need room to spread their wings. It's a new moon today too. I can't think of a better way to spend a day allbymyself than just digging in the dirt, focusing, sending all things good and new to all of you babies.

Can you?

HRG

Stuff and Junk

Ok, the Universe has so shifted. Just look out the window. Is it warm? Sunny? Does the sky show promise of a clear blue day? No. No. No. Oh, it was all those things when HRG opened her bleary eyes (note to self: teach Charlie how to turn on the tap and feed himself) at a ridiculously early hour this morning. But now........sigh..............

Yesterday was a very interesting day. It was really hard, but HRG took a gianormous step forward. Well, in all honesty, tripping forward was more like it. The Cute Boy dragged me to the newest blues jam in town. The only jam in town actually. I was a-scared babies. It'd been so long since I'd seen any of those people. It was a good experience. It felt strange playing with someone who wasn't Mr Krusty and yes, it was a little uncomfortable. It went over well, although I'm not entirely sure why. Little Wing saving my ass would be a good bet. What caught me by surprise was being greeted so warmly by those I'd always thought would never forgive me for leaving the fold and following my muse. HRG also received a couple of verbal spankings for being away for so long. Lashes accepted.

Last nite was also interesting in so many different ways. We went to see Mr Krusty play with HTBP at the not-going-to-be-torn-down-after-all hockey rink. Two bands played, an hour each, alternating. It was really fun babies! Got completely tarted up, wore jeans, a black low cut sparkly shirt, tons of bling and dangerously high stilettos. Want to hear a secret? It was nice to see HTBP again, the jury is still out on the whole Mr Krusty thing, part of me had a mini pout moment thinking that it should've been ME up on the huge stage with them, but that's not the secret. The only cute boy in the room who had my total attention was The Cute Boy. I've heard about this sort of thing happening. I think it's called an epiphany. That moment when you realize that yes, you really understand what this love thing is all about. And you like it. A lot. I've yet to commit to a new couch or even one hair color, but baby steps, right?

There's more to prattle on about, I might even pop in and out during the day, but for now, I'm going to channel as much positive energy as possible to some people who are very important to HRG. They know who they are. They are stronger than they know or believe. Their inner strength, even when life hands them lemons too old to even use with a shot of tequila, is something to be respected and admired.

Even if they don't think so.

HRG