And I have said, "No thank you."
But he said it again this morning and I said, "Okay. Let's go."
And so tonight I took a shower and washed my hair and put on eye-make-up and lipstick (and Maurice was so upset and disturbed because I never take a shower at 5:30 pm and what were all of these paints and perfumes?) and a silk blouse that I bought with Jessie last spring at the TJ Maxx which I'd never worn before and he came home and shook us up a martini and took his own shower and posed on the porch for me in his Levi's and white long-sleeved, button-up white shirt (my favorite man outfit) and we drove to town and went to the damn Outback Steakhouse.
Okay. Outback. Whatever. They must use five millions tons of salt a week.
I'll be dehydrated for days.
Still. It was fun. Although honestly, there are not a lot of humans at the Outback Steakhouse on a Tuesday night that I really cared to observe or interact with. I am not proud of this. I am just saying. There was one couple at the bar, two fellas, whom we fell into conversation with over the subject of Tito's vodka and they were perhaps planning a trip together to Aruba and I did my best to convince them to go to Cozumel instead, telling them that Aruba has a nuclear power plant, is in the DUTCH Caribbean and that the favorite meat there is goat.
But that yes, the water is very blue.
(Dutch Caribbean. Nuclear power plant. Goat meat.)
The other really best thing that happened to me today is that I took my walk and the woods were so beautiful and so were the fields and it became even more apparent to me that I have to take these walks, not just for my body but for my head. The sycamore trees are letting their leaves go in dancing swirls and I stopped more than once just to witness the brown and golden leaves against the blue sky as they whirled and rose on the breeze and then circled their way down to the earth.
Because it's been a week since I walked, every raccoon track on the road, every new bloom, every leaf color change was so alive for me. I did not walk that fast but I enjoyed every moment of it and went off the path and into the woods several times, just to get a different perspective.
Not to change the subject but there is a little black cat who keeps appearing in the yard and my feline-opposed husband has decided that maybe this will be his cat although he still refuses to admit that Maurice has charmed him with her ways. I fed him/her some scattered Friskies on the edge of the yard under the nandina. He/she is skittish and I doubt will ever become a real pet but like Miss Honey who shows up from next door every day to get a few Friskies of her own when I feed the outdoor cat, may become part of our daily routine, part of the life of our little piece of earth here.
He is packing now, this man. Tomorrow night he will have it all arranged and on Thursday I will take him to the airport. He will go away from me on his own adventure but he will come back. He just brought me a glass of water because he's already thirsty from the quarter-pound of salt we ate tonight, not to mention the martinis and like a mother who is chilly and puts a sweater on her child, he is giving me what he needs himself.
And we shall see how I feel tomorrow when the salt and martinis have had their way with me. I am planning on going to George's funeral in Monticello tomorrow and I can't even think about that now. It brings up so much. Kathleen wrote about it here and did a beautiful job of it.
That's been my day.