I had a dream in which I finally sat down with Mindy and I explained to her why I fell so hard.
It was 8th Grade, I had just moved from Michigan to New York, starting at a new school, starting in a new grade, first day of school… and Mindy was the first one to smile at me.
I’m sure if I had a picture to show (let alone were inclined to share it), it would be a great little snapshot of 1987 8th Grades everywhere. Crimped hair, braces, stirrup pants. Those Benetton shirts that were all white with one blue stripe that had “Benetton” written in white text across the blue stripe? Yeah. One of those. (Seriously, those things were so ubiquitous that we were able to regularly make fun when three or more girls all wore them on the same day. “NO WE DIDN’T PLAN THIS!” (Much less credible when 7 or 8 of them wore it on the same day).)
Anyway, I sat down and explained to her what was going on with my head on that day that she smiled at me, apologized for staring, and hammered out that, seriously, I was okay now. Then I had to fight some zombies and one of them was disguised as a nun.
I hadn’t really given much thought to Mindy in 20ish years. (8th Grade crushes being what they are.) Then she goes and shows up in a dream that I have and I’m stuck wondering about all sorts of thoughts of what happened to the people I used to know a million years ago but haven’t thought about since a week and a half after I moved to Colorado. (Just in time to get a crush on Kris. Who has a last name so ubiquitous that Googling is no help at all.)
Where was I? Oh, yes. The government gives us our hour back this weekend.
And then we finally begin the absolute best time of the year. We put flannel sheets on the bed! We’re changing from our winter shirts being in the storage bags to the summer shirts being in the storage bags! Hoodies! Fuzzies! DRINKS THAT REQUIRE HEATING.
Man, I can’t wait until I start hating February.
So… what’s on your docket?