Scary

Lots of things are scary. For instance, I woke up in the middle of the night last night -- sat bolt upright in bed, certain I saw someone in the house rounding the corner and heading down the hall. So certain I was that my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and the husband woke up asking what was wrong. This happens to me pretty frequently, thinking someone is in the house or standing over me -- so far it's never been true. But never has my heart beat so fast over something I imagined or dreamed. The husband was telling me to lay down, go back to sleep, but I just sat there trying to decide if I needed to get up and check the doors and windows. What really scares me is if (knock on wood) someone really ever does come into the house, I probably won't believe it until it's too late! Why do I have these dreams? Who does my subconscious think is out to get me?

Also scary -- I read yesterday that a plane left San Francisco headed for Seattle with an ultimate destination of Japan, I think, and started having some kind of technical difficulty. The plane turned around and flew back to SFO (why not land in Seattle?) and, while the ground crews were trying to figure out what was wrong with the plane, the tail section COLLAPSED. Collapsed! The obvious thought is what would have happened if the collapse had occurred mid-air. That would have been a third commercial airliner crash this WEEK (Greece and Venezuela being the first two). The one in Greece experienced a sudden loss of pressure and basically knocked everyone out and/or froze them before it slammed into the side of a mountain. The one in Venezuela lost both engines and tried to glide to a landing but the terrain was too uneven. I don't know, besides the apparent structural failure of the third plane, what was wrong with it. Scary.

You know what else is scary? Back to school shopping. My stepdaughter was here last night and, knowing she needed some new shoes for school, we went shopping for them. She wanted some specific shoes but they weren't readily available and the ones we could find were not her size. So we began our search for shoes that she liked that didn't break the bank. We actually did find some, and it all worked out, but as she tried on shoe after shoe I started to think nothing was gonna fit! I already know she's going to be taller than me (not difficult, I'm only 5'3"). She turns 11 on Friday and her feet are bigger than mine. I wear an 8.5. She's pushing a 9! Her feet don't look big, but they sure as hell were presenting a challenge last night. After we found her some cute Skechers, we thought about turning our attention to clothes. It was about 8:45 and I just said to hell with it -- we'll have to go later this week or this weekend! She's been gone most of the summer and she starts school Monday. Not exactly a lot of time to spare. So yeah, back to school shopping during the final week of summer. Scary.

Let's hope the rest of the day isn't similarly scary!