Monday, April 14, 2008

Winding Down


Wow. It's so quiet.

Every one's gone, including Mr. Moon, off on business. And it's like sixty degrees and windy and supposed to be in the thirties (thirties!) tonight. Patchy frost possible.

Is that really possible?

I guess. We'll see.

I've spent all day slowly doing one small task after another. I've taken the trash and recycle down to the local place you do that, I've done laundry, I've straightened up the kitchen and gotten rid of small bowls of frosting. My real dog, Pearl the boxer, had a very hard time controlling herself when she saw me throw out the chocolate frosting. She stood there and drooled and I could feel her beaming me with thought rays that went like this: "Stupid human! Why are you putting the chocolate frosting in the big silver thing I can't get into? That stuff is still good! Very good! Give it to me! I will eat it. I will lick the bowl for days."

Have you heard that chocolate can kill dogs?

Yeah, me too. Guess what?

If only.

Anyway, I took the man's tux back and when I checked it in, I saw a small pink rose bud by the cash register. "Did you find that in a tux that came back today?" I asked.

"Yep. And I found three other ones, too," he said.

"Yeah. I recognize that rose bud," I told him.

Pink roses. I've got 'em all over this house. I've got four bouquets of them, hanging upside down on the porch, tacked to the wall. Reminders of the wedding are still everywhere. The bride's veil, the guest book, crystal bowls that this time yesterday had candles floating in them.

Pink and white impatiens in tiny little pots that no one wanted.

I want them. I'll plant them in my yard and they'll be Lily's little wedding garden.

It's so quiet. I went out to the garden and picked a few leaves of kale, mustard, collard and spinach and three fat onions. I haven't cooked in days but tonight I'm making soup. Later I'll take a hot bath and catch up on a little magazine reading.

Glorious peace. Glorious quiet. Glorious domesticity. Glorious normalcy. As Lily is rushing headlong into the newness and joy of being a wife (I'm a wife!), of having a husband (a husband!), I am almost giddy with the joy of returning to my boring and very satisfying daily existence.

Last night my husband said, "Maybe now I can get my wife back."

"I think I see her," I said. "She's trudging down the hill. She'll be here soon."

Not to be selfish or self-centered or anything (who, ME?) but...welcome back, me. Welcome back.

6 comments:

  1. I'll bet you slept wonderfully last night, compared to the past few weeks.

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  2. Yep. I slept fine. But then again, I usually do. Sleep is my favorite activity.

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  3. I understand all the hard work now. I've never seen a wedding like that. So sweet, so meaningful, so loving. (Of course your descriptions do make everything shine!).

    Gorgeous. You have a beautiful family- so full of love!

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  4. I am filthy rich in love. And I know it.

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  5. Love the juxtaposition (SP???) of the bouquet and the Hula girl!

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  6. I think my decorating style could quite possibly be labeled "juxtaposition."

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