Friday, October 21, 2011
This Is A Dream Coming True
I started to but I just couldn't come up with right words. Not THE right words- just plain old "right" words.
Not that there was anything especially crazy going on. Just regular old great-day-with-Owen and making supper and Lily coming to eat with us and Bop coming home with...
confirmation of a trip to Cozumel.
He did it. He pulled that trigger. He's making it happen.
I'll be...ssssshhhhh....I'll be.....oh my, oh god, oh sweet Mary mother of Jesus....in Cozumel for Christmas.
And New Years.
I am going to do what I've always wanted to do which is to say I am NOT going to do Christmas this year. Every damn Christmas carol on every damn Muzak in every damn store in the world will not be guilting me. That Little Drummer Boy can a-rumpatumtum till his fingers fall off. Various artists can wish for a White Christmas until hell itself freezes over. Santa Claus can motherfucking come to town and I WILL NOT BE HERE TO GIVE A SHIT!
Do you hear me?
I will not be home for Christmas!
I may give Bad Santa to Lily.
So. My entire outlook on life has improved considerably knowing that I will not be participating in the madness and I don't even have to pretend to feel all gooey and Christmas Spirity and my children will have the time of their lives without me going off into other rooms to cry and curse while trying to make them a nice Christmas and I think I will probably have papaya and mangoes for Christmas breakfast and I will be looking at the water and I will be weeping- tears of fucking joy!
All right. Enough of that.
Today is the seventeenth (I think) anniversary of when my daughter May, my gorgeous daughter May got hit by a car walking to school and it was so bad and I can't even really think about it, much less write about, even now. I just talked to her on the phone and I told her I was so glad she is alive and that she didn't die and okay, I can't talk about it.
But she IS alive and she is my joy and she is going to work a double today and cross that street where she got hit as she usually does on this day every year.
On her strong, sure legs.
Well. It's Friday. I am going to Kathleen's to make soap. I better get moving.
I am beyond thankful today. My daughter is alive. I am going to Mexico. I am not doing Christmas. I am married to a man who is taking me to Mexico and we are going to indulge in every glorious bit of it. I am going to be, as Billy said, in my favorite place with my "lov-ah."
And we have two months of vacation foreplay and that is perfect and precious.
All right. Gotta run.
Happy Friday, y'all.