1. The Brits are celebrating Naked Friday. In a whole new way. At the office! And it's even going to be televised. Who would have imagined that my beloved Brits would be getting their kit off at the office on a Friday in hopes of boosting office morale before some brave cutting-edge start-up did it right here in the United States? I'm proud of them. This takes Naked Fridays to a whole new level, don't you think?
2. Yesterday there was a twitter conversation about the possible offspring of Nakedjen and Karl Rove. Never, honestly, never would I have ever guessed that my name and Karl Rove would appear in the same sentence. Not in a million years. The fact that it happened on the 4th of July? The day we each individually celebrate that which makes us proud to be American? Well, that just was the icing on the cupcake. Cracked.me.up!
3. Isn't it rather odd how we celebrate our independence and freedom by spending all that money on firecrackers made in China?
4. I officially live in Salt Lake City now. I am uncertain how the shift really happened and I feel rather schizophrenic even saying this as my heart still feels so very attached and deeply connected to Santa Cruz. There's no denying, though, that Salt Lake City is home. I know this because I go out and about in this city, this city of hundreds of thousands of people, and I run into people I know. Friends! Randomly. Just going about my everyday life, I have chance smile encounters that warm my heart.
It's the warming my heart thing that has sealed the deal. There are beautiful people here (as there are everywhere!). I am glad to know them and to call them my friends. I'm glad to live here with them. I'm glad to be home.
5. I leave for Veneta on Thursday. On Friday evening, while celebrating Naked Friday, I actually found myself just a tad melancholy at the thought that the next Friday I would be in Veneta at the Oregon Country Fair and the first day would ALREADY BE OVER. I'm such a sap. The fair truly is my most favorite of all my festivals and it's all I can do to truly immerse myself in the love and soak it all in for those 72 hours. My soul, my heart, my everything just.can't.wait. Whee! (If you're meeting me there, please email me, so we can square away the details! xoxox)
6. There's vegan ice cream in my freezer. Vegan ice cream made without soy. Vegan ice cream that is free of processed sugar. Vegan ice cream that makes me smile from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
7. I use Twitter. So does he. I use Facebook. So does he. I write this blog. There's overlap and intersections that come from the people that sew together our lives. Is it ever possible to say what I really want to say, sometimes what I absolutely must spit out from the dark reaches of my aching soul, without causing pain to someone and protecting my/his/her/their privacy? I've learned, it just isn't possible. To truly do that, I need to journal in small notebooks. I've filled my share of small notebooks. I would have to exit the Internet, Stage Left, and me being me, I am just not capable of doing that. At least not yet. This is my therapy. It was my therapy while we lived our happy marriage online, it is still my therapy while I untangle those lives lived entwined and sort it out into my own. It is what it is. I just have to remember that not every email that ends up in my inbox is going to be kind, not all words written about me are true, and that he has his own version of our story, too.
