Freezing cold, up and at 'em which means clean up the pees and poops and feed the cat(s) and throw the peels and kitchen waste to the chickens and open up their roost door and then out to get the paper and hello, hello, it's so cold here today!
I think I had good dreams. I can't remember.
Speaking of dreams, they are going to ask me if I ever had soft contact lenses and I am not sure whether I did or whether I dreamed I did. I have dreams sometimes where I go to check my contacts in their little case and there are layers of contacts, sort of like Saran Wrap and I don't know which goes in which eye and so forth and I haven't worn contacts in so many years!
So did I ever wear soft contacts or not?
Lord, Lord. Getting old is a bitch and as Phyllis and I agreed the other day- what are the damn trade-offs? Wisdom? Haha! Who wants your damn wisdom and who says your wisdom is any damn good at all? Or wise for that matter?
Well, it's cold as I said and I was thinking this morning that after the baby comes in March and Lily will mostly be home with her or him and Owen and I won't be involved in a play, I can spend some time working in this yard which sorely needs attention. Mr. Moon got all the branches cleared and so it's a bare palette again and won't that be good? To dig and plant again?
Oh. I just remembered a dream. We were swimming underwater but it looked just like regular above-water and there were places you could stop and breathe and there was a baby and there were musicians and Bill Clinton was gettin' high with some of them and he was wearing a pink polo shirt and faded blue jeans and he looked perfect with that white hair of his and I pretended not to see that he was gettin' high, but I was glad he was.
Inhale, Bill. Inhale.
(I love that man.)
And there you go, good morning, it's cold. It's winter and it's supposed to be cold and I'm going to see some of my babies today and soon we'll be meeting this new baby and oh my.
Here we go, here we go, here we go, the bare branches of the trees look strong against the blue sky of winter and the moss drapes down and here we go. I am going.