Saturday Bruce and Antonio are moving the big sofa over to Amy's, and the deconstruction of my life begins in earnest. Time to start collecting boxes. Time to start throwing stuff out. Time to see more of you while I can.
I'm enjoying being with you so much right now. Thank you for letting us BE happy together and not sit and stew about our impending separation. It will be ok. The universe is unfolding as it should.
EXCEPT tonight I broke the switch on my headlights and now I can't turn the damn things on. Grrr. I called Dean the Handsome Housecall Mechanic but couldn't get him on the phone. Fingers crossed he can come and fix them tomorrow.
There's a certain metaphysical aspect to my inoperative headlights -- not being able to see where you're going and all that, since I can't right now -- driving in the dark -- just jumping off the cliff into the night and hoping there's water down there!
Speaking of which, I recently purchased a bathing cap with pink appliqued flowers all over it to go with my pink bathing suit and keep the chlorine and the tropical sun off my auburn locks. I'm going to be Esther Williams by the pool. Which, by the way, is always lightly sprinkled with large pink blossoms off the overhanging trees. Backstroking through the blossoms in a pink-flowered bathing cap seems exactly right, don't you think?
Or an excellent place to start, anyway.
