Well, it's Friday again. The sheets are clean, the bed is made, martini glasses are in the freezer and the man is home.
He made it! Camero in tow, he is well, I am glad.
The picture above is one I took on my walk today. I love the symmetry of the doors and flowers and hearts and wreaths and then that absolutely random Smirnoff box. It is color coordinated. Somebody dropped off something, I assume.
I did not want to take a walk AT ALL. I wasn't in the mood. It was humid and almost misting rain, it was warm again. But, I knew if I didn't I'd regret it all day and also, I wanted to drop off some eggs at No Man Lord's house. I have so many eggs right now and I think he probably appreciates them. I mean, he did ask me for some hens.
So I walked down there and left the eggs on a cinder block in his yard because there was no sign of him which was fine because he isn't a big talker. To me, at least. Then I walked down to the county line and on my way back, the eggs had moved, someone was unloading some things from a truck and another guy pulled up right as I was passing. There's a lot going on at No Man Lord's house some days. People bring him things and he sells them. Or uses them. Or whatever.
I talked over an hour to one of my oldest friends on the phone today. Oh, how we laughed! We've known each other since 6th grade and we've kept in touch all that time. It's a joy. She's a joy. She's been married to the same man even longer than I've been married and she has two grown children, three grandchildren. We have a lot to talk about. I love that woman.
For the rest of the day I just did little piddly stuff around here. I watered the plants inside.
Unlike most of the rest of them.
I wonder if I should try and separate those five at the top and spread the love around a little? I should research that. I'd hate to kill them.
I will never forget that.
He did die soon thereafter. And Posey's got flooded and half washed away in a hurricane many years later and it's naught but a memory now.