Sun’s up, uh huh, looks okay
My Backyard Is a Rainforest -- Marvin Hill
To steal the opening lines from a Bruce Cockburn song. The sun’s out today, both literally and metaphorically, and that aint so bad now.
Oh my darling dears. It’s been a non-stop-rain-love-fest over here in Hell’s Half Acre. I awoke yesterday to more of the same – outside the kitchen window, droplets of rain shook the leaves as they slipped off, pattering onto the greening-up ground below, each one a kiss from the sky promising more and more and more…
I love it when it rains. It’s a landscape in motion.
Let me know when you get sick of my obsession. I hate stepping over those spider-webbed lines I cannot see.
Otherwise I’ll go on forever.
But I’m just feeling good these days.
Now – sunshine. Let’s talk about that. Today couldn’t have been better (well, yeah it could have, but that would’ve required breaking the laws of space and time, and I just didn’t have it in me today). The boyos have been playing TOGETHER and so well. I was going to say they’ve been playing like a couple of little cherubs, but, heh, cherubim really don’t play all that nicely.
Don’t worry. Only some of you will get that joke. The rest…well, maybe later. Maybe sooner than later. Because…
I had some writing time today! And we all know that is the only thing I love more than rain.
Well. Maybe not the only thing.
I’ve made an arrangement with a neighbor, Az (seriously, hee hee) to watch the boyos every Monday afternoon for two blessed hours. So I’m progressing on the book. Yay!
I can’t tell you how much this relieves O. He’s sick sick sick of me wandering around and muttering things like, “Aw crap! I forgot to put God in the bathroom again!” And, “Maybe she runs her words together because she’s been carrying the feather around with her all these years?”
It gets down on paper, or it comes out of my mouth. I have no choice. Either way, I can’t live with it anymore, either. I’ve got to get this thing DONE!
And then there’s life in general. How strange it turns. Or stays the same. It looks like we’ll be keeping the bookstore after all.
We have strange benefactors, my friends. I’ll get to them later.