"Of course!" I wrote her back.
But then Owen threw a wrench in the works. He did not want to leave all his new toys today. He cried and said he did NOT want to go to Mer's but we all compromised and I went into town and we went to a late lunch which was fun. On the way back to their house Owen said, "Now I really want to go to Mer's."
"Well, it's too late now, Buddy Boy," I said. "You should have figured that out earlier.
"What was I THINKING?" he wailed.
He cracks me up.
He also told a woman in the grocery store that he got "a hundred" presents for Christmas. She was impressed.
He just about did.
Anyway, it was a nice afternoon although I ate an entire "individual" pizza and I'm still so full that I'm fairly certain I'll never eat again. My neighbor brought over a pretty tin with a card and I said, "I sure hope there's some carbs in there because I really do need some more."
Which of course is a flat-out lie and though it's filled with homemade beautiful dark chocolate toffee cookies even the idea of one bite is enough to make me want to weep a little.
Well, the hunter is returned safely and I am glad of that. The washing machine is already going with camo clothes. There's a crockpot filled with venison chili in case I ever decide I can eat again and the sky is almost gone from gray to black. The chickens are already tucked up and the cat is fed and here we are. My anxiety has been better today although I skipped my late afternoon shot of espresso. I mean- come on- that's just asking for trouble. I can feel myself scootching a little too close to the edge of the crazy and I'm aware that caffeine might just toss me over the fence.
It's starting to rain a little, just a misty sort of falling from the sky, and the air is still. It is Saturday night in Lloyd which is not much different than Tuesday night in Lloyd unless the church next door is meeting and they are not. I haven't seen them much in the last two weeks and I'm a little concerned. Maybe the pastor went out of town. I do not know. The house is cozy and warm, I got to see my grands today, I picked fresh camellias and some sprigs of tea olive to put in vases.
My husband is home. We'll have a martini. Garrison Keillor will be on the radio. The telephone is working again.
Night-night, sweeties. Night-night.