You know, I am actually excited about going tomorrow. I had a great day today with grandchildren and children, I am having a lovely evening and I have wrapped presents and signed a card and packed brown sugar and pecans and my recipe for prune cake which is what Lis wants.
That cake. It is not your frothy-fluffy kiddy cake. It is a real cake with real density and spices and heft and weight and I keep thinking about how, after Gibson was born I made it for Lily and then when I took my mother over there to see her, I cut a HUGE wedge of it for Lily and then she got up to go do something and before I could cut a lady-like slice of it for Mother, she found Lily's plate and ate every bite.
It's good, that cake.
Tomorrow I'll be at Gator Bone. I am not going to worry one bit about what I'm taking to wear or any of that mess. Hell, if I went over there naked I would come back wearing something of Lis's. She's that sort of friend. We have been trading clothes for over fifteen years.
Mr. Moon checked my tire pressure and car fluids. I told him that I would feel safer and more loved if he did that and so of course he did.
When he asked me to marry him, that man, Mr. Moon, he said this to me:
I have always wanted to find someone who would love me as much as I loved them.
I can fix cars and I can fix houses. These are the two biggest investments that people make in their entire lives. We will never starve.
So far, so good.
Lucky. That's me.