It’s Friday and I’m done.
I don’t mean I’ve finished all the things I wanted or needed to finish this week.
I just mean I’m done trying.

You probably noticed that I was in Africa.
For 6 weeks.
I’m not saying you cared, just that you noticed.
Didn’t you?
Last week I was glad to return home and see my Mom and our kids, but this week I’ve been in the Twilight Zone.

Awkward Transition ahead, in fact right here.

Did you see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty?
The soundtrack is impossibly good.
Ben Stiller plays the dedicated and easily distracted Walter Mitty.
Sean Penn is a world class photographer whose work is going to grace the final copy of Life magazine.  Location shots support the story line and that’s why you should see it in a theater, or on Netflix in my hubby’s man cave where there’s a 108″ screen and Bose surround sound.  
Plus the popcorn is free.

Kristen Wiig of SNL fame can do the straight stuff too!
She’s lovable and a good Mom and I found myself drawn into the ‘hopeful-romantic’ subplot.

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HddkucqSzSM&w=560&h=315]

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I’m still in The Twilight Zone and I’ve been channeling Walter Mitty all week.
Not that I’m a Hot Dog skater (you’ll have to see the movie to get this), just a little loosely bound to the surrounding reality.
I’m no longer in Africa, but I don’t seem to be all here either.
Like a piece of luggage that made it back across the Atlantic, but got diverted to Des Moines or Kansas City.

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Also,I got lost on WordPress today.
I ended up on a blog, well, don’t take this the wrong way, but it was a crazy lady’s blog.
She had an Annual Report!!!
It was a like reliving a nightmare.  It was like the dream where you try to run and your legs won’t work.
And I remembered how angry and hurt I was when I didn’t get an Annual Report for 2013.
My own blogging platform dissed me and it really hurt my feelings.
Now the hurt is layered over with bitterness and resentment which is slowly hardening into fury.  Like lava on the big island.

So I’m done.
And we have about 50 people coming over tonight to hear about Africa.  I’m suppose to be spiritual and eloquent and I’m still on a luggage carousel in Des Moines.
I hope the cookies I’m serving are an adequate distraction.
Cookies are the secret weapon of choice for us ‘church lady’ types.