Things I Love...

...cupcakes...

...happy socks...

...greenhouses...

...tree houses...

...castle rubble...

...book shelves...

...trunks...

...and geary clocks...

Carnevale di Venezia...

...I'll just put this on my To-Do List...

Lost in the Dangling Conversations...

Walking. Talking. Not realizing how far you've gone. Losing track of time.

Next to counting the stars, this is my next favorite thing to do. To walk with someone and talk about the most ridiculous things is more than words. Not only are you exercising but you're also having fun! [infomercial?] To get to know someone on a one-on-one level is superior. You're alone with them, no one else to distract. Everyone is different, for the most part, when there's no one else around. You get to know them on a more personal level.

For me, I love to ask the... different questions: What's your favorite color, if you were an animal which would you be, which of the original Power Rangers are you, favorite Greek god(dess), which time period do you want to live it, pick a super power, which Hogwarts house are you in?? You get the idea. I love doing this so much. I always loose the sense of where I am and what time it is, kind of like when I was with Rosie in Tim Horton's, if the best. Getting lost in the depth of the conversation to the point where you look at your cell phone (because honestly, who has a watch anymore?) see the time and say, "No it can't be that late!" What a stimulating moment.

I only go on walks like that with people I feel comfortable with and I tend to let me guard down and talk about things I wouldn't talk about in a group setting or in the daytime. Having that personal feeling with someone does something to the cement that holds my wall up; it's loosened. I feel that happens to the other person too. It's nice to let someone know something sort of secret about you. To confide that one feeling with someone lightens your load just that much more.

But the fun really starts after 2 am. Something happens then where conversations take a turn to the cerebral. You contemplate theories, philosophies, religion, existence, science, things like... what if everyone sees "different colors" but because they grew up with it they see no difference. Like my red is someone else's purple but because we grew up with that you can't tell. I really hope you got that. You talk about the future, the past, what's in store for you. You talk about the ifs of life. Maybe you think back and say "What if I did this..." "What if I was born in a different month..." Oh the ifs! Those are the craziest things in life. But you have to talk about that with someone late at night on a walk, or laying in a field, on someone's back portch, driving... anywhere.

Every person has a different insight to things. Listen to what they have to say, it might be important.

A Cashier's Dream...

Today at work something amazing happened. A woman's total was $63. 59 and paid with two $50's. The change was $36.41. To a regular person that is just another number. But to me, a cashier, it's so much more. giving something $36.41 back as change means you give them one of everything that the drawer can hold. You give them back one 20, 10, 5, 1 and 25¢, 10¢, 5¢ and 1¢. How glorious! It was the first time that happened to me in my almost four years of being a cashier.

I just though you'd like to know that.