About what to buy me for my upcoming 50th birthday, that is???

Well, here's an idea (and I'd like it in blue, please, size medium!):

http://www.cafepress.com/spaceportstore.272646701

Speaking of a prescription for Xanax (I was speaking of that, wasn't I?)... All I need besides a spare $200K is a prescription for Xanax and I'll be on the next flight out on VirginGalactic ! (Check out this video of commercial space flight if you haven't already! Not sure I'm crazy about those outfits, but the view is probably to die for.)

Okay!

Finally! A break in the heat. But the humidity is still high around here, gang. However, they're expecting thunderstorms all day so that should be fun. I don't really have to go anywhere today. Besides doing a little yoga, my schedule is pretty much write, wrtie (and that's just to break up the monotony!) then I'm going to go back to writing some more! I'm working on the memoir (see below). It's actually hard work but I'm enjoying it (see post from yesterday below -- that is, if you haven't already seen the post from yesterday, below! Good lord, how many times am I going to say that? All these Benadryl capsules at night are getting to me, folks, but the poison ivy is almost gone. I'm expecting my brain back at any moment!!).

And about my little herb garden... Loyal readers of this lofty blog are no doubt well-versed in how loathe I am to kill things. Well, my herbs are doing great so far this summer, but -- yes, you guessed it! I have a real problem with actually using them. I mean, I talk to these little guys every day; I give them water, sunshine. Then I'm supposed to pull their little leaves off and throw them into boiling hot things or chop them to pieces and eat them??? You know, Xanax was really made for girls like me. I am out of my fucking mind. Meanwhile, here's a current shot of my little darlings on my kitchen stoop:




Speaking of "darlings," here is a Rumi poem that I am fixating on these days. I love this poem. It haunts me. (It's a soul mate thing.)

There is some kiss we want with

our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater

begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately

it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask

the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into

me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon

won't use the door, only the window.

There is some kiss we want with

our whole lives.

On that note... I'm outta here, gang! Afterall, somebody around here's gotta "wrtie" that memoir!! Thanks for visiting! See ya!