I had an inkling this would be a good day when that picture came up in my Facebook memories. It was my most-loved picture of 2016 and it is one of my own personal most loved pictures ever. Remember when Magnolia June was a little squishy love of a woman baby? Look at those teeth in that grin of hers. Look at those perfect little feet and starfish hands. And Lily always dressed her like a dolly, so happy after dressing Owen and Gibson in their denims and khakis to have fun with lace and bows and ruffles and ribbons and pretty prints. Of course boys can wear all of those things too and of course girls can wear denims and khakis but Lily is a bit traditional in her love of what we call girly things. She always has been. And say what you will- Maggie has always worn everything with a joyful insouciance, from her brothers' underwear to rainbow ribbons in her hair. Or both. At the same time. She is still our beautiful woman-baby, her head now covered in curls that, when wet, hang down to her butt and when dry, surround her beautiful face like a golden halo or a power source or a fortie's movie goddess's.
There is no one like her.
And it has been a good day. I did not fuck around but took some Ibuprofen this morning and my energy has been excellent and my pain has been almost non-existent unless I've done something I shouldn't. I took another small walk this morning and it felt fine.
The resurrection fern on the live oak limbs is fully and gloriously unfurled now from all the rain. I love that stuff. When it's dry it shrivels up and becomes brown and yellow and almost unnoticeable but the rain does indeed resurrect it and it comes back to life to decorate the limbs of the trees. It is heavy though, and sometimes old limbs fall from the weight of it but that's just nature's pruning.
I ended my two-block walk at the post office, of course. For those of you who have not been reading here long, our post office is in a very old train station from back in the days when Lloyd had a hotel that served a fine chicken dinner.
I collected our mail and walked on home, and have had an almost normal day. There was some watching of "The Office" but I was either shelling peas or snapping beans while I watched.
So that's it. I see that the right-wing media has already started its attack campaign against Kamala Harris but I think the woman can handle it. No. I know she can handle it.
Not to be crude but I think she's about to show a whole lot of men who seem to have put their balls in their sock drawers for safe-keeping what courage and strength really is.
I never said I was a lady.
I'm just a woman.