My beautiful labial Virgin who adorns the month of Enero.
"Cindy Cook" emailed me today to inform me that I have "One New InstaBOOty call." This somehow got put in my SPAM file. Why?
Oh, Cindy. You are too late. I'm all booty-called out for today. Maybe next time? But thanks for the invitation.
It has been just a delightful day. I did little bits of this and of that and wrote a five page letter on flowery paper. It is in an enveloped, addressed and stamped with a Jimi Hendrix stamp. I was a bit horrified at how far my penmanship has fallen. If I made New Year's resolutions, I would make one to write at least a page a day by hand, perhaps when I get up, to record my dreams which are as bizarre and disturbing as ever and now seem to involve trips which I have not properly packed for and I am always taking children with me and leaving others behind and I feel guilty and anxious and there are the houses too, still with so many old and decrepit dishwashers and stoves and washing machines and crazy insane junk and although I have a bit of insight about these dreams, I am still constantly surprised at how my mind does fixate on certain things.
But. Enough of that. I finally laid down on the love couch with my book about three thirty this afternoon and read cozily and happily for at least an hour before I fell fast asleep. Aw! The sweetness of that. I have not finished the book but I know the reason why (sleep) and perhaps I will finish it tonight.
Here is Jack.
Will pay for shipping.
I am going to make shrimp and grits tonight. I am excited about that. I have picked arugula and have a beautiful avocado and tomatoes to make salad with.
See? A delightful day despite the gray skies. Luna is nuzzling my chin and all is well. The new calendar is filled out with birthdays and anniversaries and hanging in the kitchen. The laundry is done. I am rested and restored. The sun is supposed to shine tomorrow although it is going to be even cooler and what we here in the land of Florida would call "cold." My sweetie is watching something on the TV, resting and restoring himself, wearing a thermal shirt and the pajama bottoms that May made for him one Christmas which he loves. Lily had her last day of work today for a while, at least, and now she is all ready to have that baby. The curtains have been hung in the nursery and they look nice.
When Lily and Jason came to get the boys yesterday, Owen hugged his mama hard around the belly and said, "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, Buddy!" she said.
"I didn't mean you, I meant the baby!" he said. Although he used her real name. I don't know why I'm not telling you what it is yet. It's not a secret and it's already been on the Facebook.
Oh well. There should be some surprises in this life. Let me have my one little superstition.
And soon enough she will be here, this little woman baby, a tiny beauty in her mama's arms where we can all adore and kiss her.
Now THAT will be a delightful day.
Another one. And another birthday will go on the calendar.
Must go peel shrimp and chop garlic.