Alright, alright, alright.  So I love John Sebastian and the Lovin’ Spoonful.  I was totally born out of my time, musically (and perhaps in many other respects).  John Sebastian is not only an extremely gifted songwriter, but he has very much rolled with the times and the changing memes of music.  And my parents (who were there) describe him simply as “Mr. Woodstock.”  I believe it.  I can see it.

Today I ended up spending in my own sort of Daydream.  I had what is commonly called “stuff” to do this morning, including an insightful visit with my primary care doctor.  Now he has been my doctor for more than half my life, so he’s seen a lot of shit go down in me.  He’s funny, he doesn’t believe that this time is any different from the brief periods of “stability” or “euthymia” that have happened for me in the past.  Okay.  That’s alright.  I get it.  But his nurse said to me, as she was checking me out after my appointment, “There’s something about you that looks different.”

A million superficial things could be credited.  Wearing my contact lenses instead of my glasses.  Just having had my hair touched up last week.  The way I did my makeup today.  But I choose not to credit them.  I think she saw the sparkle emanating from my eyes.  The one my mom saw when she stopped me in the hall last Sunday night.

Something looks different about me because something is different, within me.

So this afternoon, I figured I would catch up on some emails, comment responses, other blogs, do things for this blog and for Canvas, and on and on (incidentally, check out the awesome new piece of art in my sidebar, courtesy of Tallulah “Lulu” Stark, my very good friend, co-founder of Canvas, and all-around totally inspiring lady).

But it was (and is) such a gorgeous day Where I Live, and I wasn’t going to waste that.  So I slathered on the sunblock – I hope you lovelies have all bought a new bottles for this year, because they pretty much need replacing annually – and took my laptop out onto the back deck, along with some assorted sundries.

Well, apparently I have never played with my laptop outside.  I discovered that I couldn’t read the screen of it with my sunglasses on, and the light was much too intense for my baby blues with my sunglasses off.  I pondered what I should do for about half a second.

“And even if time ain’t really on my side,
It’s one of those days for takin’ a walk outside,
I’m blowin’ the day to take a walk in the sun
And fall on my face on somebody’s new-mowed lawn.”
~ John Sebastian

So what if I didn’t end up walking, but instead reading in the sun for hours without my mind telling me I should be getting stuff done?

Besides, I did enough walking yesterday.  I saw my Sunshine (aged nearly nine) and her sister, my Wild Thing* (aged very much four), and they dragged me walking all over the world!  We walked to the park, played there, then home again for lunch, then we walked to the nearest Starbucks because they wanted Frappuccinos (I know, right?), then home again. . .  I thought it bookended this week beautifully.  Last Sunday with my Babygirl, yesterday with my Sunshine and my Wild Thing.  Now I just have to get them all together at once, and watch the fun that ensues.  :)

So that was my afternoon.  And I’ll get to the rest of everything during moments less sun-filled.

Moral of the story:  Time is always on your side.  You just have to figure out how to spend it.

*You now have all of their names: my Babygirl, my Sunshine, and my Wild Thing.

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