Wednesday, December 21, 2011
My day was very pleasant. D's doing some work around here so I had the car for a bit, so went supermarket shopping, not only for flowers, but for foodstuffs as well. A chicken is roasting in the oven, along with russet potatoes, and a pan of - can you guess? - chopped root vegetables - carrot, sweet potato, butternut squash, red onion.
After lunch I was determined to go to the library
(Ah lunch - so delicious - fresh mozzarella, Italian soppressata (hard salami), fresh basil leaves and a few olives, toasted Italian bread, mixed salad. I was feeling energetic until I ate lunch, directly upon which I felt sleepy, but I was determined...)
In the car I fiddled with the radio and directly came upon, right as I was pulling out of our dead-end street, the start of an amazing David Gray song, that so put me in fullblown love-mind of you that I cranked it and rocked as I drove (speed limit:30 - adhered to). It's a beautiful song. I'll embed a link (ignore the video, just pretend we're together -- wherever).
Oh but way before any of that -- rewind the videotape --
this morning I had a sweet session with you (though it took a while for some reason, and I am wondering why the rechargeable batteries seemed more charged in that motel room - I mean, isn't electricity, electricity? If they're fully charged - is there such a thing as supercharged? Only I don't really feel like asking anyone directly - only you, rhetorically. And so, yes, it did take a while --- despite all that BUZZING -- though no fly at all!
Sweetheart, in case you can't tell, I am just willy nilly tapping keys here. As technologically deficient as I am... do you know that there were times in my life that my typing speed was clocked (at temp agencies) at over 100 words per minute, with a high accuracy rate? I could have been a contender... [cue voice of Marlon Brando]... in some sort of speed-typing contest.
And so I'm typing fast here darling (quick brown fox jumps over the lazy brown dog)
[had to scroll back to put the 'l' in 'darling']. Where was I?
And that's it, dearest. I hope you're having a wonderful time wherever you are. Oh my dearest --- giving you a fantastically huge great big kiss just now, on top of all that transpired this morning -- as I'm sure you yourself have imagined.
Love you -- sweetest you. Have a good night, and I'll see you - first thing - when I wake in the middle of the night, Claire staring down at me from a sham - and in the dark still room, chinks of light coming through the side of the light-blocking shade (D's draped lights on Thumbelina, a Colorado Spruce we planted
and I wonder if the lights are too bright, keeping birds and other creatures in the hedgerow awake -- I don't know)
I wake - whenever I awake - whether it's night or day, at all moments, I think of you, I think of you, I think of you -- you could make a long strand of Christmas lights and all they would ever twinkle as far as I'm concerned is 'I think of you'