*smooch* (ldy) wrote,
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ldy

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Rosemary for remembrance.

It's been a great weekend. Boy had a wonderful birthday Friday-- I decorated and got everything together, and P's sister and brother-in-law and uncle and aunt and several small children came over and we partied like it was on sale for $19.99. He loved his presents, and the plushie crown is now already a part of our family gaming tradition (P won it at Scrabble on Saturday).

We had the biggest bestest birthday breakfast. I even made *gasp* BACON.

And we rode rollermacoasters yesterday!! More on that later, I hope. :D

The Boy won me a bear. Blueberry the Bear. It's misshapen and painfully bright and funny as all getout.

I feel like I have a family.

And I love them very much.

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Show went well Saturday. I wasn't thrilled with my own work, but it was OK. P and the Boy laughed, and that's what matters most.

It wouldn't be a show without a pirate's pirate reference, and this one was no different. It did strike me as funny, though.

There were pirate references all weekend.

Funny.

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This morning, a squirrel brought me a bagel. Jumped right up on the deck, then onto the railing, then onto the table, then onto the electrical outlet cover by the back door. He dropped the bagel onto the dish that I sometimes use to feed the neighbourhood cats.

Maybe he was bringing the cats a bagel, I'm not certain.

In any case, I was talking to him and rattling the door and he still came within a foot and a half of me.

Then he ran away.

I went to see where he ran off to-- perhaps he wanted to get my attention for some reason? But he was gone.

I put the bagel onto the middle of the deck and left for work.

I think it may have been a rosemary bagel. Am I supposed to remember something?

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A four year old boy, whom I've only met once, drew me a picture of a volcano. I think P's youngest nephew likes me. :)

I've been hearing a lot about volcanos lately.

It's unsettling.

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I bought a pack of clove cigarettes this weekend. I've had two (or at least part of two-- I don't think I could stomach an entire one). I should throw the rest out. Regular smokes do not appeal to me at all, but these do. So do cigars, or at least the idea of them do, but I don't think I'll buy any of those anytime soon.

If I feel I need them, or start indulging regularly, I shall toss them in the trash and not look back.

Life's too short to be a slave to anything.

Except maybe love.

And breathing.

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There's a man in my bed. I do not want him to leave today. Why am I at work?

I broke the bed this morning, as I was leaning over to give him a kiss good morning before I left.

I think that's funny, too.

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Boy is at P's sister's house. She'll bring him directly to the airport at 4:15.

I will bring P to the airport at the same time.

I don't want them to go. I miss them already.

Where will we live? Where will we work? When will it all happen?

What happens next?

And how will we get through the next few weeks and months of not knowing?

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There's work to be done. I'd better go do it. I'd better get to it. Or... work won't get done.

*daydreams*

*clickityclacks*

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Hope you are all well and happy and really living your lives.

Life's too short to delay gratification.

*hugs*
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