I'm smocking a dress. I ate ribbon cake today under a wrought iron strawberry chandelier. I love Mozart and the Whale. And I finished Harry Potter, which provided a good cry. The world is beautiful, isn't it?

Anticipation

I love the anticipation of starting a new book, knowing that a world of people I'm going to fall in love with and wish in a strange and pathetic way were real. I feel the same way when the overture starts in the theatre and the lights go dim just before a movie starts. Oh the grand and wonderful possibilities of it all, you just might be disappointed but more likely you'll embark on a journey you won't soon forget and end up happy or wistful maybe even heart broken but you will be satisfied like when you are hot and sweaty and finally enter the gelato shop for a small mint and chocolate (mmm refreshing). I thrive on the anticipation of Christmastime and the idea of what might be in my stocking (everyone that really knows me can attest to my savoring of the moment on Christmas morning . . . it takes me forever to open my gifts because I love that tingling feeling of not quite knowing what's in the package right before the gratification of opening it).I had that feeling the first time I looked out the bus window in the Lincoln Tunnel and knew that NYC was just waiting for me on the other side and we were going to be fast and life-long friends. Don't you feel the same way right now? There's a tingling and glowing and shimmering of probablies, maybes and perhaps. How lovely, it's like a sunset or a really well-fitting dress it makes you feel just as good as the two afore mentionedobjects do.