lack of color

It seems as though when I am no where near my computer or even a pad of paper, I get these thoughts that beg to be written down, but my memory fails me and by the time I do get around to writing them down.... nothing.
I was lucky enough to have a 4 day weekend... but it flew by so quickly that I feel I didn't get to properly enjoy it. I spent the majority of my min-vaca either sleeping or in a store. I did get a massage, which was very relaxing... and OU did beat OSU, despite the off-season we have been experiencing. One of my best friends got engaged and I spent some time talking to my best friend this morning about life, which is one of my favorite things to do.
I watched The Jane Austen Book Club this morning and I am happy to report that I have a new movie to add to my list of favorites. I have never even read a Jane Austen book, but promptly after watching the movie, I showered (even though it's scrubby sunday) and made my way in the rain to Half-Price Books, my most favorite store of all time. There I not only found Jane Austen books... I found a Jane Austen book which is about 3 inches thick and contains 6 of her stories. It is a beautifully bound hardcover book and I fell in love at first sight. I am not certain whether I will like the books or not, but why not give it a try.
I seem to have slipped in the time management department lately. I feel as though I never have enough time in my day to do the things that I like or  need to do. I haven't been writing as many lists lately as I usually do and with the holidays quickly approaching I really need to get more organized. Christmas cards, presents, parties... I push them all to the side while I day dream.
sometimes I close my eyes and travel back in time. Mostly while I am in the shower... which was my sanctuary last year. But even with my eyes closed I cannot take myself back to white shower on my second floor efficiency witht the sliding glass doors and clear curtain which covered the window which could not open because it was painted shut. I spent so much time in there, trying to stay warm under the water, taking long baths with salts and bubbles while reading books or writing letters. My hair was much longer then and it took a lot longer to wash. I would stay in the bathroom, wrapped tightly in my terry cloth bathrobe, soaking in the steam and sitting next to the radiator. At the time I thought my life was at a stand still.... now I realize that it was only beginning.