I got the old mama hippie hips tonight. I actually let Jessie, May and Matt take a sunset walk without me. This has never happened before. Ever.
I started out to walk with them but then I realized that instead of a pleasure, it was going to be a sort of discipline and I AM NOT IN THE MOOD for trying to release my pain in the name of...something.
And so I let them go on without me and I came back and I'll start supper here in a few moments and it's so nice to have my girls here and to think that tomorrow Lily will be here too.
Oh, how sweet that sounds to me. My daughters.
And from what I gather on Facebook, my son is thinking about coming back on Friday.
I don't even know how we're going to leave. We have too much stuff here. Maybe we'll just have to stay forever.
"Sorry. We can't leave. We have too much stuff."
Do you think that would work?
It would take us a month to drink all the beer and liquor and we have enough food for at least two weeks.
So, no. We probably can't leave.
Oh my. Look at this.
If you click on it, maybe you can see the dragonflies. There have been more dragonflies and more butterflies than I've ever seen in my life here this trip. And no mosquitoes or no-see-ums.
Time to make the pico de gallo. Time to mash the avocados.
Time to be grateful as hell, old hurting mama hippie-hips and all. These hips have carried a lot of babies on them. They have propelled me over thousands and thousands of miles of walking across the skin of this earth. They deserve to hurt. And they deserve to rest.
I will walk tomorrow. You know I will.
See you then.