I went to town and it was fine and nothing horrible happened and nothing great, either, except that I saw my grandsons, but only briefly, at the grocery store. I stocked up on food and stuff we need and tonight I'm making a chicken enchilada casserole which is going to be so good I can't stand it and also guacamole and I make excellent guacamole.
As my brother used to say, "No brag, just fact."
It rained and then it didn't rain and right before it went down, the sun came out and I'm feeling okay which is wonderful, really. Just okay can be the finest thing.
When I saw the boys I kept saying, "I have missed you so much!" and Owen looked at me as if he was fifteen and I was wearing leopard print and purple lipstick and trying to smear it all over his face with my lips.
Okay, I was wearing leopard print but no purple lipstick.
Gibson, on the other hand, looked at me as if I was god's best girlfriend, Pocahontas, Cinderella and a whole circus-full of clowns. The good kind, not the scary ones. I wanted to eat him up, starting with his fingertips.
Owen did let me kiss him good-bye. He even puckered up and smacked me back.
I have to see them tomorrow. There is just no doubt about it.
I think I have a tick embedded entirely in my leg but the internet tells me this is not possible.
Something's in there.
My hands smell of garlic and cilantro and the kitchen smells of onions and tomatoes. Mr. Moon and a friend are watching a basketball game on TV and they are pounding the floor with their feet and making manly and enthusiastic vocal noises. The friend brought over a bag of spinach that he picked an hour ago.
Okay. Okay. Yes, okay.
And you? How are you? I think about all of us seemingly entering and leaving these crazy moods at the same time. Why is that? Are you feeling okay tonight? And if so, aren't you grateful?
I walked today. I shaved my legs. I washed my hair. I kissed my grandsons. I picked cilantro from my garden, I gathered three eggs, two of them brown and one green. I didn't fall apart anywhere, nothing horrible happened. Not to me, anyway. I moved slowly and carefully and my umbrella broke but so what? I threw it away, I don't care. It was so old and such crap anyway. I had enough money to buy our food and laundry detergent. I went to the library where they let you borrow books for free.
It was okay. All okay.
It is good again. Nothing has changed but everything has changed and it is good again.