Last night I dreamt about my mom, we were travelling around the penninsula, south towards Santa Cruz. We made a lot of stops at little places, little shops, cafes, places she'd always wanted to go to, or hadn't been to in a long time. It was a little bittersweet. We were having a lot of fun, she was very cheerful and active, spry almost. Like she was before she started getting weak and sick. We kept trying to find a really big nursery, and wanted specifically to find one that had a lot of begonias. I had a few old friends along as well, and we were all teenagers again. There were little lakes everywhere, and the architecture in the towns we stopped in looked almost Bavarian. Towards the end of the trip, we all ended up in a theatre waiting impatiently for some sort of awards ceremony to begin.
Today I am dealing with my hair, just bleached the roots out and when it's dry again I'll be dying it some sort of odd color. The ends are still pinkish, so i'll probably go with a purple/pink, as usual. Suffer for beauty!
I made a little movie of the cats being ever so cute: