I’m wearing flip-flops today!

Even though it’ll be raining off & on all day. And it won’t be nearly as warm as yesterday was — it got up into the low 80s Fahrehhiet (when in doubt about how best to spell “Fahrenheit” just add a bunch of H’s). Today, it will only be a high of 62 degrees.

BUT– it is my ONE day off until next Sunday and I am just determined for it to be Spring already!!

So the flip-flops are on!!

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I’m up to my eyeballs in housecleaning chores around here, but only a few of them will get done today.

I have a quick phone meeting with Peitor today about the TV pilot stuff. (I think we have decided to just tighten the logline and the one-page synopsis and just leave the Pilot script as it is, for now. But I’m never 100% certain about what we’ve decided on any given day.)

However, more importantly, I have a meeting with the guy who’s handling my long-term care insurance and my upcoming Medicare stuff. He will be here, in person, in my illustrious 124-year-old no-frills home late Wednesday afternoon, so I’m focusing on at least having the first floor of the house looking like 722 cats don’t, in fact, live here 24/7….

And the following week, I will have more time to finally tackle the upstairs — with the new and entirely beloved Bissell carpet shampooer!!! Yay!

Honestly, gang, I can’t wait. The upstairs has still not fully recovered from when I had that homeless young married couple staying here. So I am eager to finally get it back to normal. And then all of you can come visit!! Finally.

Oui!! Ce’st moi!!

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Other than that — thankfully, my 94-year-old Japanese client did not remember any of the awful stress we went through on Friday, so things were back to normal yesterday and we had a great day together.

But, even when things are good, it still exhausts me, emotionally. So I need today to just sort of recover from the past week, before I get back at it on Monday.

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Well, last night was interesting.

I happened upon reruns of the TV show “The Waltons,
from 50 years ago.

Gang, this was my absolute favorite TV show when I was a young girl.

I loved it because it was all about “family.” And I so MUCH wanted a loving family back then (instead of the abusive, totally messed-up family I was in).

And a HUGE family — I really wanted that. I always believed that I would have a lot of children. It was the one thing I wanted in life — a big family –aside from being a singer and moving to NYC. (Another thing I wanted from the time I was about 9 years old — and that dream won out over the big family thing.)

Anyway.

Each episode had the date it aired listed beside it. And since I have a really remarkable memory, I could remember what was going on in my life on each of those air dates.

It was unnerving, how precise my memories were. For instance, during the earliest episodes, my parents were still married and we lived in a big beautiful house, and I watched each episode, spellbound, on the TV in the family room that had the big brick fireplace. And upstairs in my room, I played records constantly. And I played my guitar and wrote songs. I was already in love with John Lennon, the Rolling Stones. I already had a crush on my best friend’s father (they lived a few streets over), which remained with me for over a decade — I really, really wanted him to be my real father. I had begun obsessing about who my “real” parents were, especially my birth father. My room upstairs in that specific house was the springboard of my entire existence.

And all the feelings were there last night, as if it were just now happening– not something from over 50 years ago.

I tried to watch at least one episode (I finally had to pause it for another night, I felt too emotional), but as the opening credits rolled (with that wonderful theme song that I still know by heart, which literally brought a tear to my eye), I could remember perfectly, being that wreck of a 12-year-old girl, watching the show in our family room. And I said to myself last night:

I didn’t know yet that I would really go to New York. I didn’t know yet that I would sing in those famous folk clubs where Bob Dylan had sung. I didn’t know yet that I would become a successful writer. That I would go to London and Paris —

Places I really, really wanted to go to back then.

It felt so weird. Like I was suddenly observing my whole life. In the past tense.

Me, at 12, before I knew that most of things I dreamed about were going to come true:

Well, anyway. It was intense and now I really gotta get a move on here.

Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world, gang.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I’ve posted this theme song here before, but here it is again!! If you remember this show fondly, it will probably break your heart!!! Okay. Enjoy, gang.