Bad hair days. Everyone has them.
How are you doing, dear reader? I just spent the weekend in lovely Reno. Lovely and cold!
I'm always so disappointed in myself when I visit another city and end up freezing to death...it feels like a self-betrayal, like I've turned my back on my heritage or something.
Another strange phenomenon which occurs every time I leave Las Vegas, particularly via airplane: when I return, I feel a bit disoriented.
Is this where I live? Is this my home??
I don't say that to be aloof or snobbish, as if Vegas doesn't meet with my exacting standards of dwellability. It's more that it genuinely throws me every time, looking out over the city and that vast, barren terrain as we come in for the landing.
It surprises me.
And then it surprises me that it surprises me.
I guess such moments provide an unanticipated gauge as to how reality continues to play out more in my head rather than actual surroundings. I've always been that way. I think I'd be surprised by a visual reminder of where I live, no matter where it happened to be.
I remember my friend once gently told me that's a prerequisite to growing up...to move beyond one's personal reality. I understand what she was saying, I really do. But I think it requires more effort for some minds to do so than it does for others.
At any rate, we visited Reno for the lovely coincidence of being able to watch Sophie play in a volleyball tournament and hear Izzy perform in an all-state orchestra there. It was great fun, so nice to share these moments together, to see the joy these pursuits bring my girls.
I had a chance to visit with Izzy backstage before her concert and when I asked to take her picture, she graced me with this praying mantis pose. You'd think it was some sort of gimmick she performed just for the camera but she pretty much does it on a daily basis, acting all weird and poking at me with her little mantis hands.
It's one of those things I really love about her.