Here. I snapped a picture of a guy in a 4th of July shirt leaving Hardee's.
Anyway, it was good to have that long drive through the country side. There was little traffic and it gave me a bumper of time to gently unravel the umbilical cord from Lis to me. I hated leaving them. Those three days were the sweetest, most relaxing and peaceful and loving three days I can remember having. And fun. We laughed a lot.
It's hard for me to talk about, how much I love those people.
I am one of the lucky ones in that instead of being afraid of women or disliking women or distrusting them, because of, well, early maternal influences, shall we say, I have sought out women in my life who are nurturing and loving and kind as my friends and in Lis...
All right. I can't talk about it.
And Lon is the same way, but a fella, and when I left, they were standing there, hand-in-hand, and I know they'll be fine and they no more need me there than the man in the moon, but still, it was mighty hard to leave.
So yes. It was good to take a long, leisurely drive home, avoiding the interstates, crossing rivers and driving by lakes, listening to a book written and read by Ms. Fannie Flagg. Rather perfect in many ways.
And it is so nice to be home now. My chickens are all fine and laid me six good eggs and I picked tomatoes
and I think enough crowder peas to make a mess for our dinner.
And I am home with my own sweetheart, my own good fella. He has mowed the grass and he's working like a fiend on that dishwasher.
Dear Lord. How very, very lucky I am.
Yes. I do have a very small life but within the confines of it, there is so much richness. So much joy and beauty. So much love.
As far as the eye can see. And that's all I need and more.