Glory Days

The light was beautiful all day long, just glorious.
And I was so busy, all day long. On my walk I saw a doe, walking into the woods. She was so big I thought she might be a cow and then I saw that no, she was a deer. She didn't hear me but when she crossed the road, she turned and I stood stock still and she looked at me with deep concentration, worrying-out what I was and when she knew, she fled into the trees. It was a wonder.

Owen came and he's learning new things every day. I asked him if he wanted a cracker today and he threw his head back and then brought it forward, his sign for "yes," and he came running to the kitchen and I handed him one. When I asked him if he wanted a bottle he laughed out loud and nodded again and I held him close to me but he didn't fall asleep, he just drank it down and later, he let me kiss him and he hugged me tight and he mimicked me making the "mmm" sound and kissy smacks in the air and blowing, too.

He loves to walk in the yard where he picks up leaves and casually tears them in two and puts half in his mouth and dares me to take it out. He is not afraid of spiders and he laughs like crazy when I throw the ball up the stairs and it bounces, bounces down and I catch it. He holds his hands up to me to pick him up a thousand times a day and I wonder why I don't have biceps like Ahnold as I sling him on my hip and kiss his head.
We ate peaches and cottage cheese together and he hit me with the spoon so I took it away from him which distressed him greatly. He wants to feed HIMSELF, dammit and when we fed grapes to the chickens, cut up into pieces, he helped himself to at least half of them. Grapes are his candy and he is as greedy for them as the chickens.
Oh, how I love him.

Kathleen came over while he was here and there had been a bit of a problem today and I had butted into a situation where I shouldn't have but I did it for love and for fear of her jeopardizing her health and I had to apologize and she came here on her way home from work so that I would know she didn't hate me.
I learned something today from that. I did. And I am so glad she doesn't hate me.
Her hair has started to fall out. It began to hurt her the other day. Literally. Her hair hurt and she knew it was about to begin its separation from her head and so we went to see Paige again who cut it shorter, shorter. I think she looks beautiful. Every bit of hair that comes off reveals more of the flame of Kathleen's soul and spirit and honestly, she knocks me out with that flame, with that beauty.

And then tonight, the Opera House. Sylvia, the play I am no longer co-directing but doing something (I'm not sure what it is but it involves eating M&M's all through rehearsal) is opening soon and we're in the crunch. The crunchiest part of the crunch. Look at this cast:

It's going to be amazing. I swear. It is.

And that has been my day.

Glory light and glory walk and glory boy and glory friend and glory Monticello Opera House where I get to hang out with Marcy and Jon and Brittany and Jack and Judy and Denise and Jan, who is the real director.

We got seven eggs today and the air was so clear and the temperature was a little lower and the humidity was too.
And all I have to do now is finish cleaning up the kitchen and make a lunch for Mr. Moon to take tomorrow and set the coffee and turn out the lights in the house and take a shower and then, then...
I'll fall into that bed I love so much and I'll do my Mindful Breathing for awhile, as long as I am able, breathing in, breathing out, trying to keep my mind on that until sleep overcomes me and I will go down, down, down to that sweet place of rest.

Glory.