This is what I was looking at through supper last night. The little bear hanging on to his daddy's shirt. His eyes got heavier and heavier until finally, they closed and he slept. He is so perfectly tended and surrounded in love. As soon as Vergil got off the roof and took his shower, he went and got his baby and held him and Boppy got some time in, holding him as well.
The sky is gray and heavy this morning and I need to take a walk, see if I can get some of the weeding in that I never got to yesterday before it rains. The anxiety which held itself at arm's length for a few days seems to be creeping back. One of my eyes is scarlet and I have no idea why. It doesn't appear to be goopy or itchy and it doesn't hurt.
Maybe I have a brain tumor.
This incredibly strange paradox of having it all and I mean in the real sense, and yet, at the same time, feeling the way I do is so mysterious.
It's all a conundrum. The zebra-winged butterflies are visiting the still-blooming fire spike.
What a strange year.
a friend here told me that I am always smiling and happy. that's mostly true I guess though I have my days of dissatisfaction. mostly I just don't go out on those days. the other part is that I spent too many years being unhappy, years before my husband finally got help with his drug and anger issues. I swore I would never let him make me unhappy again. I think though that not allowing him to make me unhappy has also meant he can't make me happy either. oh, he can still piss me off but that's different. I don't know what this has to do with your battle with anxiety but it is what i'm thinking about right now.ReplyDelete
The photo of Virgil with Gus is a real keeper. Why do hands and everything go to a baby's mouth??ReplyDelete
Cos it's how they feel stuff, Joanne, hands come later :)ReplyDelete
Mary, that baby. And his daddy - they look just the same in this picture, big dark mystic eyes and sweetness.
Chamomile tea bags on your eye?
I can't get enough of those August photos. He's a doll.ReplyDelete
Ellen Abbott- I, too, try to stay home during the worst days. I don't want to step outside the bounds of politeness but you deserve better than that in a relationship. You do.ReplyDelete
Joanne- I think a lot of that mouth- thing has to do with forming antibodies. Evolutionarily speaking, of course.
Jo- Yes. That little boy has his daddy's eyes for sure. And his nose. My eye is getting better. It really is. Thank you.
Elizabeth- He is. Just a beautiful little doll.
That is so sweet, Gus hanging on to his daddy's shirt :)ReplyDelete