Friday, June 3, 2016
I Don't Even Know What I Don't Even Know
They travelers made it to Asheville and this is the picture I got this morning. The little man already up and exploring the new space.
A peaceful picture which brings peace to my heart.
Friday morning and the roosters are crowing and I have laundry going. Lon and Lis are coming in this afternoon to spend the weekend. They're playing tomorrow night at the land co-op and on Sunday we'll all be going to the memorial service for the musician friend who died several weeks ago. Life keeps on rolling and rolling until it doesn't and it will be mighty fine to roll with these two for a few days. It always is.
I feel old today. It was hard to get out of bed. Maurice, whom I will never figure out if we live together for forty years, had snuggled right up to me, tucking her head beneath my arm whereas the night before, she'd slashed me in her I'll eat you up, I love you so, mode. I think she was punishing me for leaving her for two whole nights last weekend.
I don't really know, though.
Seems like I don't know much at all these days.
Good thing I don't have to.