Four days, four walks...crippled hips.
Not really. Nothing a little Ibuprofen can't take care of.
Ah. Jeez. I'd say it was me getting older but it's always been this way. Exercise pains me. And yet, I can't not do it, can I?
This morning went so well. I had an amazing experience, going to get my blood drawn. I'm not even kidding you. I got called back almost immediately and told the pretty phlebotomist that I had been just about to take the Redbook quiz in the magazine in the waiting room on sex and now I never would. She laughed and we went from there and in the ten minutes it took her to draw my blood (I have a vein in my left arm which makes me a phlebotomist's dream- you barely need a tourniquet) we discussed sex in both young marriage and in older, went on to marriage (she's been married 21 years), then to children (she, like me, has four but hers range from age 2-14) and then to her mother who, up until two months ago, has been living with her and her family and she is SO grateful to have her mother not in her house and that makes her feel SO guilty and I wanted to just take her in my arms and tell her that it's okay, okay, OKAY, her mother needs to make her own life now so that she, too, can have her own life.
I love it when women just completely bond that way. It's like we take off our skins and bare our souls right there in that moment.
We hugged when I left.
I already miss her.
On to Owen's house where he did the exact reverse of when he left here a few weeks ago, begging his mother to stop the car and leave him here with Mer-Mer and Bop. That he couldn't go home! He HAD to stay here. Stop the car now! Let him out now!
So of course today we left his house with him screaming at the top of his lungs that no, he COULD not go to Mer-Mer's house, it was scary, he HAD to stay with his mommy at his home which is a great home, and STOP THE CAR AND LET HIM OUT NOW!
I think we can safely say that the boy is having problems with transitions.
By the time we got here, he had calmed down and he wanted to sweep and so we swept, he with his broom, me with mine, and we washed the dogs and he brushed my hair and he put make-up on both himself and me too and he punched holes in a cereal box with a screwdriver (and of course, I approved of both of these activities- highly) and we couldn't go outside because I have never seen so many mosquitoes in my life as we have here right now. They swarm and are nightmarish. They could literally eat us alive. They have hatched from Debby's rains and they are blood thirsty and they are determined and quite frankly, I'm scared of them and I've lived in Florida most of my life.
We played games and did a puzzle. He ate pistachio nuts and I cracked them for him like he was a little Indian prince. We played with toys and by the time I took him home, he was exhausted and fell asleep in the car.
My tiny prince. My Owen boy.
When I was tidying up after I got home, I thought about how truly dirty my house is and how it needs a real, true cleaning from top to bottom. It occurred to me that if I won the lottery, one of the first things I would do would be to hire the best housecleaning crew I could find. I swear. I would.
And then I started thinking about what else I would do if I won that lottery and I think that after hiring that housecleaning crew, I would give both of my older children enough money for them to go to school and not have to work. Yes.
And maybe help set up Lily in some sort of business where she could work from home and not have to go off to work and also start a college fund for her sons.
And perhaps, buy a little house somewhere near here for Jessie and Vergil to live in part of the year because we miss them so.
So. House. Children. Grandchildren.
After that, it is hard to say. Everything I truly want, I have except for those things money cannot buy, which are things like not being so crazy and ensuring that my husband lives forever.
I have a car that runs just fine and I have my dream house and my chickens and my garden (sorely neglected as it is) and I have all the STUFF I want and need and more.
I wouldn't mind traveling to Mexico more often. I wouldn't mind going to Greece.
Okay, I wouldn't mind an emerald ring.
Don't even ask me why. I have no idea.
Oh sure, I would probably like to see that house in Apalachicola built.
But you know, personally? Fuck it. I have far more than I deserve or need already. This life, as I keep saying, is so much more than I ever thought I would have. Ever even dreamed of.
So tell me- what would you do if you won the lottery? Really and truly?
Buy more books? Quit your job? I know that some of you would not quit your job no matter how much money you had at your disposal. (Grady Doctor.)
Would you buy silk nighties and panties? Get your bosoms enhanced? Send your kid to law school? Go to law school yourself? Put in a swimming pool? Put a new roof on your house or buy a new one? Go crazy in a local nursery?
Get better health insurance?
Buy a fig orchard, a cottage on a cliff, go to Paris?
What crazy, marvelous, necessary, insane, sensible thing would you do?