Super trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
Smiling, having fun
Feeling like a number one
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
Like I always do
'cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
Today the weather turned cold. The heat has been blistering all summer long. I've heard that we have the most sunny days every year here in Denver. I've never been impressed. I've longed for cool and rainy, lush and green. Today was beautiful and moist. The overcast skies lending cloudy shade to the city all day. I've been comfortable in my skin. I even had to shut the windows until this evening. Now I want the cool air blowing it's breeze across my back while I type this entry.
I'm preparing for a rare trip to see my parents. They live in Alaska. With a husband and two kids, it's cost prohibitive to travel there, and difficult to leave my family behind very often. My parents are footing the bill for the ticket this time, and luckily this has all worked out to get me home for my mother's birthday. I haven't been with her on her birthday since 1994 when I took the night off work and surprised her with presents and dinner plans. My father was still in the Army and was out of town inspecting some reserve unit in Louisiana, I think. They were briefly stationed here, to my joy, as I had moved here in 1991. They didn't care for it here and high-tailed it back to Alaska at their first opportunity.
Sitting here today with the moist cool air and listening to the cast recordings for MamaMia I feel myself zoomed back to the age of twelve. Feeling the same sadness from this music hanging in the moist cool air coming through my window on an Army base in Germany. Fliegerhorst. I was living with my parents on another continent. I was an only child and an introvert. We were very close. (Should I be ashamed that ABBA still makes me cry?)
I inherited my sweet tooth from my father. I remember from the time I was a small child his quick cure for a sweet tooth. I have no idea why he started doing this, but I should probably ask. Take two tablespoons of peanut butter and stir in honey til the texture smoothes out. I have to taste it to make sure I have the right amount. I would say two teaspoons is about right. That's it. That simple. At the age of twelve I had no idea the feelings of fattening guilt two tablespoons of peanut butter could stir. I take a deep breath and I put all of that aside and slowly lick each bite of peanut butter and honey from the spoon.