These two just left.
So yeah, expect a little sadness here for a few days. God. It's just been so good to have them here.
They are love.
They're seriously looking at houses in Tallahassee, hoping to buy one and move within the year, to start a family. I hold on to that thought. I hold on to it fiercely.
Meanwhile, guess who's sitting in the chair behind me?
Good thing my butt's not that big.
I'm going to go put up a notice at the Post Office. If no one claims her, I think Lily will take her. She just acts like she owns this place and part of me would love to keep her. We need a mouser and she's sweet and polite and smart but I just don't want another creature to take care of. Especially one that probably needs spaying and will need flea control and who might hunt our birds. I've already had to stop her from going after a lizard. I love my wild creatures.
All right. Here's something that Vergil came up with that Jessie showed me this morning which is going to CHANGE MY LIFE!
A regular Mason jar will fit the blender connection thing meaning that you can make your smoothie and drink it out of the same container. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Why don't they teach you things like this in school? Could also be used for margaritas, I suppose. And it just occurred to me that I could use the 8 ounce size jars to make just the right amount of salad dressing in.
It's good to have an engineer for a son-in-law.
Especially if he's a Vergil.
Damn but I love that boy. And I love how he loves my daughter. Makes my heart rest a little easier, you know? A lot easier, to tell you the truth. One never ever knows what life is going to present and it is just an absolutely invaluable blessing to have someone by your side who will help you through it all. To share the the joys and the sorrows, not to be trite but to be completely honest.
And those two? They will. Just as Lily and Jason do. Just as Mr. Moon and I do.
All right. I'm going to start crying here in a second. I need to go put up that notice at the P.O. Take a walk. Maybe go buy a suitcase later. I have got to get ready for this trip. My baby has come and gone, life proceeds with laundry and grocery shopping, with sweeping and weeping, laughing and sighing, washing and buying.
I reach behind me and stroke the cat. She offers her head to me, closes her eyes in contentment.
Fuck it. I'm going to cry anyway. Which is all right. I will laugh later, I'm sure.
Happy Monday, y'all.