Beautiful Tangent

Well today is 12.12.12.  The significance is beautiful.  There will not be another occurrence or a repeat of this date in the lifetime of anyone alive right now.  If you didn’t notice something special today, you were not looking.  Is there a religion or culture that has 12 as a lucky number?  I wonder.  Ah, Google will tell me, that is if I remember to look it up.

The foam is really what makes it beautiful.  Like drinking a cloud, if one knew what drinking a cloud was like.  You could imagine I guess, airy and light, unless it was a rain cloud in which case it would be heavy and darkish.  I think a cloud would be like a less sweet cotton candy.

Only at Christmas time.  I know mine are up all year round, but they are not on.  I take that back, as I saw them on a sail of a boat mast in July.  They were gorgeous.  So Christmas lights are permitted during the winter holidays and on sailboats year round.  I think that is fair.

Only because it is done.  This cake will be the death of me.  I hope it tastes ok.  It looks beautiful, because dammit I slaved over it.  Why?  Who knows?  We should have just bought one like every other office birthday.  I guess 50 is important.  It better not mess up when I drive to work.  The weather is supposed to be the opposite of beautiful.  I hope my outdoor Christmas tree stands tall during the forthcoming “winter storm”.

I’m too old to pull off this look off, but those that can should.  I realize that I am older and perhaps being judged when I go out.  I have to be conscious of this and go out with a group that appears similar in age.  Perhaps next weekend will be better.  Not that I didn’t enjoy tonight, but I felt the scene was dominated by baby doll dressed girls.  I guess we all grow-up.

There is nothing more happy than a dog when they get in the car.  Eventually the excitement wears off, but at first there is pure joy, then there is a trapped feeling.  The trapped feeling leads to desperate panic especially when you go through a car wash.  They have no clue what is going on and that is made worse by the closed windows.  Poor Astro, I think we gave him a heart attack.  His happy car ride turned into torture and for that I’m sorry.  Also for fireworks, those are mean too.