Song of the day: Impossible - Rodgers and Hammerstein

"But the world is full of "zanies" and "fools"
Who don't believe in "sensible" rules" - Rodgers and Hammerstein

Wednesday...The Diversity dinner at work went off, without a hitch...just as they had planned. It was well....diverse. Good. Good for them...

This was also the day for a select few of my former workmates to get together for an annual "Survivor's" luncheon. From my laptop, I watched the emails go by, as acceptances, regrets and good wishes were electronically passed back and forth. Although I did not attend, I certainly hope that everyone had a great time.

Thursday...Today, it poured rain all day long. Still doing it...Although the temperature is unseasonably warm, it is a sloppy, nasty, rain. As sure as luck would have it, it also happens to be trash pick-up day, but I did not feel like gathering it up around the house and then rolling it down the hill in the rain. I also do not feel like hearing complaints from "The Boy" about bringing it back up the hill again this afternoon. It will just have to wait until next Thursday. Because we are regular recyclers... we don't end up having a lot of garbage anyway.

Tomorrow is the deadline for "The Boy's" school project, and "The Boy" trotted off to school without even so much as an inkling as to how he planned to complete his project. I put the thing together myself, while his Dad was out babysitting my brother's new house. My brother and his wife have an electrician, as well as delivery of their brand new furniture and appliances scheduled for today. However, both of them have to work. And so, my husband volunteered to supervise things. He's a good one for it; as he is meticulous and will let nothing "slide by." I am more than qualified to say it. I know the man.

After school, I picked up "The Boy" and we headed to the library to gather more information and to complete "his" project. Afterwards, when I arrived at the new house, with "The Boy" in the pouring rain, I gazed around and my jaw nearly "hit the ground"...This place looked like it had been furnished by someone who had won both showcases on "The Price Is Right". Given the country's current economic condition, and although this is not the way my husband and I would have done it, we respect what my brother and his wife are doing, and do not offer any unsolicited advice. We are only around to lend a hand. And so, I yank my jaw back up.

"And won't believe what "sensible" people say"

This is their first house, and they are excited! Our only role is to share in their joy, and we do. It is a wonderful, solidly built house...just perfect for the two of them! I hung around my brother's new house with my husband and "The Boy", until it became dangerously close to my needing to leave for work. When the time came, I left "The Boy" with his Dad, then took the quick three-minute (I timed it) drive alone; back to my house, ran upstairs and took a "Cinderella" shower...one of the a la Disney variety. (Remember, in the beginning of Disney's "Cinderella", where she pops out of bed, runs to the shower, and two little bluebirds squeeze a spongeful of water over her head (around minute 2:30 in the video link)...and in less than three seconds she is "outta there?" Yep, it was like that.) After showering, I quickly got dressed, and left home around 4:20pm; arriving at work 4:56pm. Now, that was some driving!

"And because these "daft and dewey-eyed dopes" keep building up impossible hopes, Impossible things are happening every day"

I had the usual uneventful evening at work, with the added bonus of the evening ending before 10:00pm. Prior to leaving, it was mentioned that we each had to complete a company required, online Diversity training course before the end of the month, and that if anyone wanted to do so, they could stay. Although I would just love to do so...Not me. Not tonight. Not anyone, for that matter! This was a rare early night, and a Thursday to boot! Everyone is tired, and so we cleared out of there....even quicker than roaches would at an Insecticide Convention! Besides, it is pouring rain outside. We all want to get home! I will do it tomorrow evening when I get in...first thing. But for right now, I am in "Survivor Mode".

I get home safely and everything is fine. This is also the time of year(different years, but around the same time) when my maternal grandmother and favorite Aunt died. I have never said it aloud, and for the first time I will acknowledge it here: I absolutely hate December. December, for me...has no "gray" area, but is filled to the brim with extremes...too many extremes...Extreme joys along with extreme sadnesses...In one moment: sublime,...while in the "Valley of the Shadows", the next. The reasons for my intense lack of affection for the month are so many, that it would be difficult for me to even begin to list them! Trillions of thoughts are going through my mind...Regrets over things I should have done...Things I didn't do...Things I have yet to do...and, wondering if there is still enough time left in my lifetime, to at least "fix" some of it. However, I will entertain none of those thoughts in any detail tonight. It is an unseasonably warm and rainy night...On this warm December night, I am thinking: What if, for some reason, God offered me a "Do-Over-Starting-From-This-Point-Forward" date? Knowing what I know now...what date would I choose? Although the variables are many, and the risks would be enormous, I feel as if I already know. It would be: early June 1972. A most perfect and neutral, blank page, of a "Do Over" date and time.

Let's just see what tomorrow will bring!...

"Impossible things are happening every day.."

I remember this song and this movie from when I was a little girl. This version...with Celeste Holm. The year? 1965.

Then...I was just a small, happy, wide-eyed, ashy legged, black child; sitting cross-legged in front of a large black and white Motorola console television. A small and happy black child with a dream. The year now? Late 2008. And although not quite as small or ashy, I still am just as wide-eyed, and I still have a dream...In fact, I have a couple of 'em...