Hush Hush. Keep it down, now. Voices carry!

Over the last month, I have experienced profoundly still, self actualizing moments (my breath is still caught in the inhale of some of them); horrifyingly embarrassing incidents (some hilariously entertaining, and others not so funny but entertaining nonetheless); and completely CIRCUSY, mad (!) mad (again!) moments of insanity.

I would like to share (most of) them with you.

Here's the problem:

All of these happenings seem to be lodged in a blurry, ooze-goozey milieu in my brain, and I can't really concentrate on one story or another without something else schlepping its way into what was, for twenty seconds, a concrete focus. For example, I was all set to write about this one specific happening in Alaska, but before the typing started I had already gotten up three times: to get a book that I read while in Alaska (for excerpt sharing), to get the email address of a new friend whom I met on my travels and of whom the excerpt reminded me at that moment, and to check my phone messages, speaking of friends, to see if P and A have a new baby yet. (She's due today. I'm not just randomly checking.)

Rich and I were having a conversation last night about having a Freaky Friday experience. (Was that really Lindsay Lohan in the remake?) I won't go into detail except to say that when I asked him if he would ever want to trade places with me, he laughed out loud and said he didn't think he could handle it..

Such is my brain.

Despite the constant interruptions by the little distractions in my head, that miry ooze-goozum is slowly solidifying into firm memories. Unfortunately, they are also being molded and moulded by time so they may not be ALL THE WAY true. But I'll try to be honest in my sharing. Plus, you won't know if I'm telling the truth or not and you won't be able to tell because

I do some stupid shit.

Ask Christine who recently joined ranks with Rich, Mark, and the majority of my students in her verbalization of the opinion that I'm a tad on the crazy side "in a good way" --whatever that means. So unless you were with me as a direct observer and recorder of events, you'll never REALLY know the God's honest truth (laughing to myself maniacally).

AND This is a public apology to you, Christine. I'm sorry for frogging you (with great force and precision) in the arm, but maybe next time you'll think twice before attacking me with another ridiculously loud robotic phone rooster!

Wait. Who's crazy?!

More to come.