I knew it was going to be an interesting day when I picked up my cell phone and waited for a dial tone.

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I was thinking the other day.

It's all going to sound soppy and maybe like I was weepy and stuff, but I wasn't.

I was just thinking.

Out of nowhere jumped the memory from one of my birthdays - maybe my 45th.


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It was the decade I felt like Mary Tyler Moore:







Or Marlo Thomas of That Girl:






Or Mindy:






Ahem, I was certainly more like Mindy and met lots of Morks, but that's all to be told in another blog about the Zinc Cafe where I had breakfast with marvelous friends every morning for many years.













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I was living in Laguna Beach and doing a little bit of freelance writing and thinking that for sure I was going to be the next Jack Smith of LA Times fame. I was going to write and write and people were going to adore me. Then one day I realized that the world cared what Jack Smith had for breakfast - hanging on every bite of cornflakes. People loved reading about anything he did. No one cared what I ate. It was that simple.

I met Smith once at a Friends of the Library event. I approached him after his reading. As he signed a book I purchased that night, I gazed at him like some lovesick teenager and said, "You are my Rock Star." He loved that, though I don't think he had a clue what a Rock Star was.

Anyway, on my 45th birthday (or sometime during that decade), a friend gave me a pen. I think it was Shay Sayre. It was very utilitarian, but important looking. I decided to save it for my first book signing.

Good God. I was 45 years old and still had silly dreams. I'm glad. Dreams are dreamy.

I still have that pen tucked away somewhere. I came across it several years ago and smiled.


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On my desk right in front of me as I type right now is a Monopoly piece. It's the race car piece. For as long as I can remember, I've had that race car on my desk. It all started during those frisky years full of dreamy dreams. I was going to go someplace!

Zoom, Zoom!


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Along the years most my dreams didn't come true, but others did... the important ones. But it's interesting and odd and sweet that the race car is still on my desk. I like that about myself.


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My appetite has been poor. It might be a side effect of the Pirfenidone I'm taking. One of the major side effects is anorexia. Seriously. It's on the label. I actually eat just fine but not a whole lot. Well that was until my Girl Scout cookies arrived today.

I have no shame. I ate an entire box of Lemon Coolers. What the hell is wrong with me!

Hey! Wait a minute! Maybe the LA Times would be interested...

Never let go of your Dreamy Dreams.

Thanks for stopping by. Love.