Drip, drip, drip, it must have rained again in the night and it's supposed to rain again today, fine by me, but the boys are coming and oh, how they love to play outside, sometimes (don't judge me, please) I say, "Do you want to see if Tom and Jerry are on?" and they can't understand why they have to wait until Tom and Jerry are on, they have that TV thing where you can just watch whatever you want whenever you want it and pause it too when you need to go pee. Mer lives in the dark ages but they like to visit the dark ages with its spidery porches and play set to swing on a rope off the tower, to climb the bamboo, to have the shivery delight of being told Watch for snakes! to be able to pee anywhere in the yard, who cares? No one. Not Mer.
I like them to be little heathens, getting filthy and playing in water and digging in the driveway for treasures, the rain having exposed more bits of glass and pottery to pry loose from the dirt with a stick, Gibson demanding cherry tomatoes from the sad garden, for me to cook him an egg right from the nest, for Owen to pull up a chair on the porch to watch the rain fall as he likes to do sometimes.
I saw a meme the other day that I actually liked. It said something like, "Sure, you can pray for me and I'll dance naked in the woods at night for you."
Not that I'm really planning on dancing naked in the woods at night for anyone but you get the insane point of it, right?
The chickens are bawking to be let out, Elvis is calling me, Come, come, come! When I let them out, they stream out the door so eager to start their day of scratching in fresh, wet dirt. Last night when I shut them up I counted heads as I always do and couldn't find Missy but eventually I did, she was tucked in beside Drogo where I could not see her and then I was fine, all present and accounted for, shut the door and let them be safe another night.
Another day, it is Friday, here we are, the boys are coming, I dreamed that Mr. Moon had found another love and I cried and cried but told a friend, "I think he will come back to me. I think we are meant to be together," and I thought, "Thirty years, thirty years, surely he will come back to me," and even after thirty years I have these dreams, but at least now I reassure myself that he will come back to me and tonight he will, I am certain, come home, and after thirty years, it still delights me, it still amazes me, I can stay right here and the ones I love will show up, boys and the man, the chickens never leave the yard nor does the cat, the trees stay in place, I am home, it is Friday. Hello.