Anyway, la-di-dah, and sometimes these things happen and of course I stayed up too late, finishing a book I really enjoyed.
Some books are dense like dark, rich earth and require that you bring a shovel to the reading in order to dig down to get it all but this one was more like lace. Right there, laid out and lovely, and from what I've read it's highly autobiographical and it deals with the children of holocaust survivors, women's issues with food, and rock stars. Among other things.
It begins and ends pretty much with Mick Jagger so you know I loved it.
So yes, I stayed up late to finish that and woke up early to suffer from heartburn but it's okay. It's a beautiful morning here in Lloyd and I have the sheets in the dryer already and I'm about to take the trash and the boys are coming in an hour and so I need to make a round of smoothies and Mr. Moon may be coming home tonight. Gary the Canadian flies out tomorrow morning so I would think this to be the case although we haven't discussed final plans yet.
No gators have been harmed this trip as far as I know but I haven't heard anything this morning. I will be glad when I get that man home. I am fine alone but it is not quite right, somehow, after a few days. I have not fallen into complete sodden slobbishness and have kept up with the dishes and the sweeping and so forth and even went to Monticello last night for a rehearsal which I enjoyed, but still.
I miss the boy. The man. The grandfather. My sweetie.
And there you go. The firespike is blooming, sun is puddling up gold all over the back yard, there will playing and pretending here soon. Yesterday in the car, Owen was pretending to be Buzz Lightyear and he asked me if I'd like to go out on a date with him.
"Oh yes," I said. "Where shall we go? Dinner, a movie, dancing?"
"Chick-Fil-A!" he said. Buzz Lightyear obviously has no political offense against the establishment.
"Okay," I said. "I'm hungry."
"Let's go, baby!" said Buzz. "But first I have to tell you. I not a man. I a child. I play first."
Chick-Fil-A has an awesome play place which is why Buzz (and Owen) love it. I doubt Owen's ever eaten more than two bites of a sandwich there.
So yes, like that. And Gibson will talk and talk and talk and I will have no idea what he's saying 90% of the time but I'll agree with everything he says and we'll do the Eensy Weensy Spider and oh, you know- it'll be fun.
The Rolling Stones will be playing.
Better than caffeine.