For Jeni

A Quiet Evening

Dream Runner

I used to run cross country in High School. It wasn't something I excelled at, or was focused on, but I enjoyed it, most of the time. It hurt my knees, and sometimes I could see my life flash before my eyes. But, there was just something about the experience of running. Those Nike commercials aren't complete BS.

Over the years, I have had occasional dreams about running. Usually, I am running for miles and miles. Sometimes I'm barefoot, and most of the time, I'm just wearing regular street clothes. I never have any trouble breathing or keeping up my stamina. I don't have to stop for water, there are no breaks. Just constant running as if I was taking a walk along the shoreline.

I've been having these dreams more frequently. Freud would say it's obvious, but I like to think it's just because I miss running.

Running (via Dream Moods)

To dream that you are running away from someone, indicates an issue that you are trying to avoid. You are not taking or accepting responsibility for your actions. In particular, if you are running from an attacker or any danger, then it suggests that you are not facing and confronting your fears.

To dream that you are trying to run but cannot make your feet move as fast as you want them to, signifies lack of self-esteem and self-confidence. It may also reflect your actual state of REM paralysis while in the dream state.

To dream that you are running alone, signifies that you will advance to a higher position and surpass your friends in the race for wealth. Alternatively, you may be running from some situation or from temptation.

To dream that you are running with others, signifies festive and prosperous times.

Wants/Needs

That soda in a mini pitcher I had in Richmond? Hold on, I'll refresh your memory.

This one:



I want one....no, I want about three of them. Caffeine and I aren't getting along these days, so I've been cutting back. But that pitcher of Mr. Pibb was brixed perfectly. The flavor was amazing and the bubbles, oh the bubbles.

So, I tried to think of a need to balance out that desperate want, but my lazy and selfish brain couldn't come up with one. Instead, I'll share my new phone with you. The new love/hate relationship of my life. Why love? Well, I would think the keyboard would be obvious. Hate? I'm not a fan of non-flip phones, too risky for accidental dialing. Oh, and the fact that this is just encouraging my texting habit.



Oh, and that's Jason Mraz. I'm a nerd.

Coker Arboretum

I could get disowned for this next sentence. Coker Arboretum is better than Duke Gardens.

***PAUSE***

I'm sorry, it is. Even though it is located on the campus of UNC Chapel Hill, I have to give it some serious points. The landscaping, the flowers, the architecture, the general enjoyment. All better. Maybe I have just been going to Duke Gardens for too long, and have become bored. I don't know, I just enjoyed my visit to Coker Arboretum, this morning, more than I can say. The wisteria was intoxicating, the indigo was addictive, and the shade was abounding.

Here are some samples...





But, in Duke's defense, I do have to ask...What's the big deal with this thing? I don't get it.

Further proof...

...that I need constant supervision for the next eight weeks.


I thought they were advertising POISON CONTROL, in their English muffins.