Not freewheelin' it in the sky like a bird; this is a dream I've longed to have but can only remember having once. Usually when I dream of flying it involves planes, with all the anxiety they bring me. But these past few nights the flying dreams actually involved... kites.
Now I know I was less than thrilled with my job at the kite store when it began back in February. But my relationship with my boss has slowly changed for the better over the months, and while she'll never be my absolute fave person, we now get along pretty well. She likes the way I keep the store neat; I like the low responsibility levels of that job and the chance to be around toys all day. (Although working at the Kids' Only Market is still the best form of birth control I can think of, bar none.) And ever since I took a Prism Snapshot foil kite down to Mexico in April, I've wanted to try more kites, even though my style of flying them can be described thusly:
Sigh. Grounded for another day.