Well, we'll just hose the place down tomorrow. Rambi has brought in worse than horses. And some of our barbacoas have been rather greasy.
I wish that I could somehow match up reality and cyber sometimes, for nights like this. I wish that I could close my eyes and be with you in your kitchen- I want to see your woods, and I want to see Cobe's new house, and hear Helen saying her new words. I want to laugh with jp now that her hellish week is over, and I want to pet Stumpy and taste mj's cooking, listen to one of Ish's tall tales, talk Texan with Justin. I want to hear an aria with Thomas, and read some poetry with Freddy, have a glass of wine with Mel, and see all her new purchases that are making her so happy. I want to kick off my shoes, curl up and have E talk to me in her wonderful, sane voice. And I want to eat baklava and hug my dear friend X.
And the oddest thing is that in some ways I have done all these things. ANd isn't that just the most incredible miracle? |
