Weird dream from last night (in lieu of 30: How was your day?)

-I was driving up the incline of a large bridge over a lake when the radio mentioned something about a rogue wave. The horizon darkened and this towering tsunami rose up. I scrambled to close the windows and then went through a moment of confusion wondering if I should actually crack the door to allow water in and equalize the pressure, or try to keep everything closed and maintain some air in the driving compartment. There was no time to turn around, so I figured the best thing to do was drive straight on in and try to punch through, counting on the car’s aerodynamics to help it dolphin under the barrel.

Afterwards I was interviewed by a local news team.

29. That awkward moment when…. 

I have no idea what to write for this.  Awkward.

I think I’d like to participate in Inktober this year.  (A similar prompt list for artists, usually dealing with spooky or horror themes).  Maybe I should set up another tumblr in case members of my regular audience aren’t interested in gory, ghoulish themes?  I’d like to push myself in some different directions and maybe mix up my style a little. I do actually have a twisted mind, you know.

28. What gives you hope? 

-I had to drive to my mom’s bank to sign a form this afternoon. The financial advisor noticed that it’s actually her birthday and asked if we were doing anything?  I described how I used to bring her a cupcake, but she now has difficulty swallowing properly and can’t handle solids.

There’s a marsh and body of water just off the highway as you come into the city called Cootes Paradise.  A little patch of beauty, with willows reaching down to the shore and quiet ripples on the surface.  It reminds me that nature is pretty good at handling things.

27. How have you changed so far in 2018? 

I’m a little older.  I was grinning at something I heard on the radio the other morning and caught a glimpse of my face in the rear-view mirror. I noticed the way the crow’s feet skitter out from the corners of my eyes when I smile.

I picked up a new little scar on the back of my hand.

Have I grown? Am I different mentally or emotionally? Socially? It doesn’t feel like it. Should I change faster?  I don’t know.