Sunday

The neighbor's house is painted in an all-new color now. She died last December and I guess her children are getting ready to sell. I hope we get nice neighbors- she was nice. She died of lung cancer though she didn't smoke.

(I just heard a terrible noise outside. I think it might be a possum. I haven't seen the possum in a long while but I hear it. At least I'm almost 100% sure that's what I've heard- a weird shrieking noise like a banshee. Or a pterodactyl. But it sounded like it was attacking something- maybe a cat. Hermes and Mikey are okay, though.)

I have a date on Sunday. After church. I met him a while back and I don't even really remember him very well. For some reason I am not excited though. I think I gave up hope a long time ago and I am just trying really hard to figure things out as far as a future- a future on my own. I don't want to figure a man into it because it likely won't happen so I have to be wise. Although the future isn't guaranteed for anyone, married or single, dating or committed. I could mysteriously get lung cancer like my neighbor. Not that I'm morbid or think that way. I actually have a little bit of hope about the future. That is, I can either think it'll be more of the same and at least concentrate on the good things I have or I can dream that things will get very exciting and I'll be doing something worthwhile. Time will tell!

I have to be honest, though. I really don't expect romance to happen to me but it's obviously something I crave because I keep having dreams where I am with someone. That is, I meet someone or I am already with someone and it seems to be that comfortable feeling of being loved and accepted. Last night it happened. As per usual I could not see a distinguishable face. He was just large enough to wrap a big arm around me as we sat outside and had rain fall over us. We were among a group of people and they were people I knew but he, of course, was a Mystery Man, though in the dream of course he was not. He was as familiar as a best friend.

Yes, I know, I'm pathetic. Should stop reading chick lit, watching Friends and not tune into We whenever they show "Dirty Dancing", which is every week.