I knew W was coming over this morning to drop something off. Always comes in through garage, room off garage is small exercise room so I didn't straighten anything up after exercising this morning. Let her know I'm doing it, dammit. She had her new dog, I gave new dog a toy I bought last night (telecoach's idea), left out on counter this book I came across and bought: A Year By The Sea: Thoughts of an Unfinished Woman (a sort of MLC/WAW sabbatical journey-of-discovery tome) by Joan Anderson so she'll see that I'm tryin' to figure out where her head could be at, if not actually at. I was at the table eating breakfast w/DIL & GS and reading my fifth novel this month ("Why do you never read fiction, anymore?", W would often ask). I didn't notice if she was ring/no ring. Didn't think of it. Didn't care. I was positive, cheerful, chatty. And she was at ease for a change, so I stayed around, doin' my morning things rather than make myself scarce.
I got home from work about 15 minutes before W was due back to pick up her dog, so I told DIL I was going to visit friend in hospital (true), and then going to a meeting of the hiking club I recently joined (not true) and I split. About a mile from house, I see her car stopped at red light at the same intersection, my light turns green, I know she can see me too, and I drove by, eyes front, smiling and belting one out along with the radio.
Some days it just all comes together (not many, but some. Okay...today)
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
