Today was my day off starting at Noon when Taylor arrived so right around 11 I started to get a little spring in my step knowing I had the rest of the day to myself. I felt good and had some errands to run. Most important was getting my passport. We leave for Sydney on February 17. Nothing like leaving things until the last minute.

I walked into the City of Sammamish offices and am immediately helped by an attractive woman. While waiting I notice her nameplate. Jennifer Lopez. Yup. Her name is Jennifer Lopez. I make no comment knowing FULL WELL she has heard them all. All of them. I just smiled and thought back to when I was treated by a doctor named Melissa Etheridge a few years ago. I made a mental note to add Jennifer Lopez to my box of “Normal People who Have Celebrity Names”. Ok, so now I have two people in the box.

I ran a few other errands and then stopped to get a coffee and read The Stranger before I took in a 3:30 showing of Walk the Line. It was luxurious to be in some rinky dink coffee shop reading for an hour. I read about this cool exhibit about Claude Cahun and Marcel Moore at the Frye Art Museum. I read two really good reviews of Transamerica, which I’m dying to see because I love Felicity Huffman. And then I just sat in the quiet. Silence is so underrated.

Walk the Line was escapism at its best. Joaquin Pheonix and Reese Witherspoon deserve all of the accolades. It made me want to drink, smoke, take pills, sing, play guitar, be heartbroken, and be southern. It was invigorating and inspiring. I’m listening to Live at Folsom as I type. I ripped it from my Dad one of the last times we were in town. I used to just steal his CDs in high school and college(Simon and Garfunkel, Crosby Stills Nash and Young to name a few) but with the magic of technology now I can just copy them  – er– which is still stealing I guess. Just not from my Dad. Johnny Cash was a household favorite growing up. My dad loves him. Hearing Cash immediately makes me think of my Dad. I remember singing Ring of Fire in the back of our red Suburban on countless car trips. I’d sit or lay in the “way way back” as we called it, on the red plush seat while the air conditioner vents spat liquid because the air was so cold in the Texas heat.

I’m surfing the net now digging up all I can on June and John. I’m obsessed. I want to know every little tidbit. My sis read his autobiography and apparently he has accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior…which is great and but I’m much more interested in the crazy- tortured-musical-genius-cheats-on-his-wife-writes-a-great-song-parts.