My music of the night.

-The Last Time: Gnarls Barkley

-Everything In Its Right Place: Radiohead

-Million Miles: Bob Dylan

-When It Started: The Strokes

-This Fire: Franz Ferdinand

-Rock the Casbah: The Clash

-Staple it Together: Jack Johnson

-Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured: The Arctic Monkeys

-1000 Miles Per Hour: Ok Go

-Don't Ask Me Why: Billy Joel

-Stay Together For The Kids: Blink 182

-21st Century: Red Hot Chili Peppers

-Misty Mountain Hop: Led Zeppelin

Age 20

Jeanne Calment. The oldest recorded person to ever live. 122 years 164 days old.

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44,727 days.

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Outlived both her daughter and grandson.

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The last living person to meet Vincent van Gogh.

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Appeared in Vincent Van Gogh's film, Lust for Life.

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Lived on her own till the age of 110.

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At the age of 114, she appeared briefly in the 1990 film Vincent and Me, making her the oldest actress ever.

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At 85, she took up fencing. And at 100, she was still on a bicycle.

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She gave up smoking at the age of 117, only five years before her death.Though she relapsed for a year she finally gave up smoking at the age of 119 years.

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When asked on one occasion for her prescription for a long life, she mentioned garlic, vegetables, cigarettes, red wine, and avoiding brawls. On another occasion, she ascribed her longevity and relatively youthful appearance for her age to olive oil, which she said she poured on all her food and rubbed onto her skin, as well as a diet of port wine, and nearly 1 kilo of chocolate eaten every week.

I need these things.

1) A home.

2) A musical experience.

3) A final decision.

4) An animal friend.

5) A brilliant book.

6) A small object.

7) A peace of mind.

8) A prayer.

9) A cello in my arms.

10) A big big big white blanket.

11) A pair of soft, comfy socks.

12) A bicycle ride.

13) Pictures of all my loved ones.

14) And most of all to do this:

For some reason right when I come here. To this very spot, I can't remember what I was going to write about. But I remember this time.

It's about my girls.

It is decided and written, Macy and I are making a film. Of a group of lives that a few girls lived. The Ladies. More will be discussed and decided as time goes on but it is in motion.

I hear the  chirp of the "battery's low" on the smoke detector. It's in my room and I know I won't be able to sleep there tonight. 

My bear snores through the crack in his little room, the pantry. I can't remember why we placed him in this trustworthy cell. Oh yes...now I remember. He has a hard time with his bladder, maybe it is just his excitement. 

"You want-a popsicle Mace?" 

"Yes!!" (Said like little Gracie)

"What color?"

"Not purple."

I have a vision, of flowered white dresses and bicycles.

I've adopted another bicycle, by begging for 20 bucks out in the heat of the antique yard. He's a beaut. Brown and leggy. Little did I know, he is much to tall for me. He was ment for a large man. I took him home, and hopped on only to fall right over. I am so tempted...to chop him so I can ride him. Taking it to the lengths of cutting the frame to reshape him. It would be a shame, but I need a 10-speed. Perhaps I won't. Perhaps I'll give him to a needy man, or an extremely tall woman. I'll fix him up though. Nothing would give me more joy, well, except for riding him. Oh well, I'll find another.

My plans are changing and rapidly approaching. I might go to the U instead of Westminster. Money has caught up with me and I would perhaps be able to go to the U for practically and literally free. Perhaps money does really catch up with us all. Of course it's not what life is made up of, but it does make the world go round. I am compromising and barganing like nobody's business.

Bear had a bath today. Macy and I sprayed him with the hose on the lawn, washed his dirty fur. He has slowed down, but still has it in him. He's the best bad dog I know.

I like this. I am happy tonight. My bad days are becoming shorter. I am blessed. Thanks.

It definately has been a while. The little gray lobes in my head seem to be growing over with rust, perhaps not even  rust but just a quiet simple slowing down. 

I am happy lately.

It feels good. I feel like me and I feel purely joyful.

However, at this moment I feel entirely sleepy, and very heavy. My tooth was pulled a few days ago and my head is reaching to the pillow. These meds are making me dreamlike. 

I am feeling also extremely ambitious. Goals and aspirations are simply coming closer and closer every day. I can reach out and touch them, but however they are so far still. I have so many, it seems hard to keep track of them. Like small children, all under 4 years of age. But I love them and hold them so dearly. 

Westminster is coming closer and closer. I am working out financial issues and am worried to death. I need this to work. I must have this work. It feels right and this is what I must go for at this time in my life. Have you ever felt that something is so right that you would be stupid to let it slip past? These are my feelings right now. My prayers are constant, my ideas are neverending, the dream is still living. I will make it. Somehow. It will happen.

There are so many things that I want to do, become, achieve. 

It only fits to make a list. Perhaps it will organize my thoughts a little.

Here we go.

1)Become a student at Westminster.

2) Reinvent my cello talent. Become a cellist again.

 

3) To someday be in the Utah Symphony.

4) To be able to make and grow lovely food.

 

5) To have a family and be a mother.

6) To be married here.

7) To have an old house with a library.

8) To travel.

9) To love.

Beautiful...the only way to describe her voice.