it has been a counting crows sort of weekend. i can’t explain it, but there are some days and times when i find myself skipping through my mixed cds in the car, searching for a counting crows song. any song, as long as its them. no other music (with the possible exception of james taylor) feels quite right. something to do with calming me down, i think, during the times when i need to be calmed.
this weekend has been like that.
every time i open the mailbox and see something from france, i break into a grin, and today’s envelope made me laugh out loud. inside the envelope was a postcard of aix-en-provence and…an ikea catalog in french. {happy sigh} i miss nick so much. january is too far away.
the haunted houston tour we took last night made for a fun evening. matt, gavin, jen, becca, debbie and i headed downtown and met up with a bunch of other people to tour “the most haunted sites in houston.” we began at a building that is currently a spaghetti warehouse restaurant, but used to be a factory and then the home of an apothecary. from there we went to houston’s first cemetary where many of the soldiers from the battle of san jacinto are buried, then to a haunted bar, and finally to the jefferson davis hospital, which has been abandoned since the 1920s or something. now, this building would be creepy enough without someone telling you that there were 10,000 bodies buried under the ground.
all in all the tour was fun, if cheesy.
(6:38 p.m.)
do you ever feel like people can read your mind? three things:
one, as i was in the middle of writing the paragraph about nick and france, my phone rang and my first thought was “i wonder if that’s nick,” despite the fact that it was almost too late for him to be calling (almost 1 a.m. his time). and it was nick. he got back from his weekend in paris and was stretching before going to bed. it was great to hear his voice, and by mutual decision we are now starting a countdown of the days until i go to france. 75 days.
two, as soon as i got off the phone and posted the above update, i read something carter wrote about how he feels that counting crows soothe his soul.
three, lately i have been having an unusual amount of really vivid dreams. last night i had two, one that was really more of a nightmare than a dream. after the other weird things today, it made me feel the need to call the person who showed up in the nightmare, and make sure they’re ok.
