December 05, 2005 - 7:54 a.m.
Last night I dreamt about my pending divorce to Boaz. Should finally happen in January 2006. We hired a private judge and met with our lawyers on Friday for eight hours of deliberation. Like Alan Shore (James Spader), I came prepared with legal folders, documents, pictures, property deeds, bank statements, everything necessary to defend my half of community property. I did quite well. Without the theatrics of Denny Crane who cracks me up Tuesday evenings on Boston Legal. Things come out of his mouth without a first or second thought. Without being politically correct or sensitive to other people. Things we think but dare not speak. Having dementia or mad cow disease helps cover the ruse. I started running again. Ran a 10K last Sunday and finished a few minutes over one hour. First two miles were walking pace. Both the 5K and 10K participants were lumped together at the starting line. Along with people pushing their kids in joggers. Clogging the streets of San Francisco until mile three when the sardine-can lines spread longer and thinner. I found my legs again. Feeling like a sixteen year old cross country runner. It does wonders for your body and figure. Someone once commented the Marines are in the best physical shape of any subgroup in America. And all they do are pushups, setups, run long distances with heavy packs, and some weight lifting. Nothing fancy. No pilates, circuit training, personal trainers unless you count the drill sergeants barking out superlatives. I love poetic songs with meaningful words. This one by Switchback keeps playing in my mind and CD player... Fumbling his confidence And wond’ring why the world has passed him by Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments And failed attempts to fly, fly We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Somewhere we live inside We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Dreaming about providence And whether mice or men have second tries Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Somewhere we live inside We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside We want more than this world’s got to offer We want more than this world’s got to offer We want more than the wars of our fathers And everything inside screams for second life We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live We were meant to live _______________________________________________________________ If you see a middle aged woman running on the bay area roads or pedaling a Trek road bike on the trails... it might be this ole gal getting back into lean, green bean, beauty queen shape.
~ Soldier Girl
