A conversation:
Going to sell it?
No.
Why, not?
Because I want it.
Going to hang it on the wall?
No.
Why not?
Because I'm going to use it.
For what?
As a mat.
But it's too nice for that.
But I'm going to.
Why?
Because it's what it was meant for.
It just covers my lap, keeping the stitching things clean and still, and it's warm.
The stitches around the edge do make the binding blend in better. It's been washed, and is so, so soft. I find myself petting it.
Today is Blue's 19th birthday. He is 2,381 miles away, that's 33 1/2 hours of driving.
We put this silly sign up whenever there's a birthday in the house, so you see it when you first wake up. We hung it last night, made a video of it with us singing "Happy Birthday," with Twinkle the cat scowling into the camera. Sent it to him at midnight his time, so he could wake up to it.
My little flip phone is also my alarm clock and sleeps next to the bed.
At 4am a Chicago friend texted "Happy birth-day."
At 4:30 Twinkle was throwing up.
At 5:00 Blue texted a "thank you".
At 6:00 the alarm went off, and I slept right through it . . . and went on to dream that I fell asleep during therapy, she tucked me in, placed her pretty ring next to me, and turned on ocean wave sounds. I awoke (in the dream) rested and comforted, but then realized there was a line of clients waiting for that couch, and woke up (in real life) stressed and feeling very tired.
There is a thunder and lightning storm beginning. It smells good. Maybe it will clear the air?
