Hegira
It's really only two days off work, but with the usual Wednesday off, and the weekend, five days altogether is an amazing blessing. No need to go anywhere, everything is here. Dug more in the front, more wildflowers planted - ironically. Trenched out for the sunflowers as well, sowed some of the seeds. Taking it all a bit at a time, listening to how much strain my back will tolerate, trying not to give in to cultural assumptions about the importance of a tidy lawn. Pulled a few of the dandelion stems. Watered with the watering can. It all looks a bit of a mess, as I try to remember it's just a bit wild.
Finished hemming the curtains.
Moby really in the windows, on this lovely spring day, as people walk by. As I dug this morning, I realized just how many pedestrians pass along here. The car traffic just not that heavy, except right at rush hour times.
Mild air, mild light, ease and peace.
Walked over to the store last evening, to get a battery for the stud finder, so we could mount the dart board. While there, I picked up a small lemon cake and some candles. When I returned, shooed D back to his room, lit candles on cake, brought it in to him, singing HB song. I really thought he'd figured out I was doing this when he just went away as I brought in the bag, but apparently not, at all. Truly touched, we both got a bit choked up. Such simple gestures sometimes reach in and stroke deep feelings. We usually don't do birthday cakes, neither of us much on cakes or desserts usually. We just spend birthdays together, that's enough, and the rituals have fallen away. But they have power when they appear, spontaneous as mushrooms or summer showers.
We've done it all backwards so often. I never tended roses, but we have roses blooming. Never thought we'd own a house, but now we have this beautiful home. As public a courtship as possible outside of Hollywood*, we now live an utterly private life. We took a long time finding our ways, now we find we've been on the right path for us all along.
Including a cat we had to go to Boston for.
*400 bored Army folks watching the various couples forming, and acting the Greek Chorus for all. The military runs on gossip.
Finished hemming the curtains.
Moby really in the windows, on this lovely spring day, as people walk by. As I dug this morning, I realized just how many pedestrians pass along here. The car traffic just not that heavy, except right at rush hour times.
Mild air, mild light, ease and peace.
Walked over to the store last evening, to get a battery for the stud finder, so we could mount the dart board. While there, I picked up a small lemon cake and some candles. When I returned, shooed D back to his room, lit candles on cake, brought it in to him, singing HB song. I really thought he'd figured out I was doing this when he just went away as I brought in the bag, but apparently not, at all. Truly touched, we both got a bit choked up. Such simple gestures sometimes reach in and stroke deep feelings. We usually don't do birthday cakes, neither of us much on cakes or desserts usually. We just spend birthdays together, that's enough, and the rituals have fallen away. But they have power when they appear, spontaneous as mushrooms or summer showers.
We've done it all backwards so often. I never tended roses, but we have roses blooming. Never thought we'd own a house, but now we have this beautiful home. As public a courtship as possible outside of Hollywood*, we now live an utterly private life. We took a long time finding our ways, now we find we've been on the right path for us all along.
Including a cat we had to go to Boston for.
*400 bored Army folks watching the various couples forming, and acting the Greek Chorus for all. The military runs on gossip.
Posted by Zhoen on Thursday, May 10, 2012
5 comments:
♪♫ Happy B-Day, D! "Everything is here" ... that's good. Good.
wouldn't be perfect without the cat...
Very Happy Birthday to D and congratulations to you all for creating such happiness for each other.
Happy birthday D. Lovely meditation on the day.
lovely post. love is a good thing. always.
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