I know it's hot everywhere but it's hot here too. Fuck me. It's fuck me hot.
So I went to town and I had lunch with Lily and Gibson who gets out of his school at noon and Maggie and Jessie and August.
I didn't take any more pictures because I was too busy eating pizza and salad. It was delicious.
Then we went to Costco where I didn't take any pictures at all. It's mighty nice having the Tall Girls back together again, wearing their babies on their chests and buying huge quantities of stuff. People actually sometimes ask if August and Magnolia are twins, despite the fact that each one obviously has his or her own personal mommy.
Oh well. They are close in age.
I went and picked up my repaired sewing machine from the racist right-winger. I can't help it- I don't hate the man. I don't know why. But for sixty-one dollars he replaced my antique, cracked Bakelite plug, a belt, completely cleaned up the machine and reset the tension. And told me that it was a "fast" machine.
I felt proud. Of my fast machine.
And not one bit ripped off.
And we didn't discuss politics.
I've been to Publix (I know- you must ask yourself- how much does that woman eat? And the answer is obviously way too much) where I wandered around in a daze trying to remember what goes into stir-fry, and came home and got the clothes off the line and simply had to lay down and take a tiny nap which didn't do a damn thing except make me mad because I had to get back up and attend to more stuff. I am hot to the core and cranky and tired of everything and thinking about going and getting into the little kid pool but I probably won't because it's time to make supper.
All I can say right now is that with any luck at all my day will end with a shower and lying in bed with a book which is my idea of heaven these days.
Have I told you that I have been sleeping recently in a white cotton nightgown? I rediscovered it in a drawer and am looking to order another online because I love it so damn much.
White. Cotton. Nightgown. With tucks and buttons. It could be described as "voluminous."
I wore it in Cuba in the Nun Room. Lis had one too.
My husband is a lucky, lucky man, don't you think?