Last night I drove to the city listening to the sound track from the movie JUNO. Lately, I have been on a film binge: I AM LEGEND (I loved the original OMEGA MAN with Charlton Heston), which freaked me out; it's so not OMEGA MAN! OMEGA MAN has this fantastic Buffy meets Mannix flavor; I also went to see THERE WILL BE BLOOD, which is not the kind of movie one gossips about.

 The JUNO soundtrack got me thinking about being a kid and how much time I spent doing goofy things that didn't have any particular point but were extremely satisfying. I didn’t have any aspirations. I didn’t want to be anything, yet it seemed like I always had plan and I was going somewhere to do something or other. Sitting on the front steps in the warm spring sun looking at the mustard in bloom, eating cinnamon toast could be the high point of a day.

 It occurred while driving through the rainbow tunnel that I had forgotten to hold my breath and make a wish.  As I popped out the other side and looked down at the Golden Gate Bridge all lit up and as pretty as can be, I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time that I made a wish while driving through a tunnel.

 How many wishes had I missed out on? Having aspirations has consequences.  Now, I have a wish deficiency! I need wish vitamins. I'm in hole regarding my share of wishes!

 There is hope. Dandelion season will soon be here.  If I apply myself, I think I might be able to catch up with my fellow wish makers.