One of my utopian friends went to ikea and gave Josh a little gray mouse stuffed animal that the devil dog claimed as her own. Devil dog bounds around the property with the little gray mouse in her mouth and don't you know that each and every time I see the devil coming, mouse in mouth, I have a mini stroke thinking it is the real thing, even though the four inch long white ikea tags are hanging right out the other side of the devils mouth. Wound a bit tight these days, I am.
I invited some other utopian friends over for lunner, and the husband suggested I make lasagna. Since Matt, Evan and I can not eat lasagna due to our dietary restrictions I at first reacted ahem somewhat harshly towards the husband for even suggesting lasagna, but then I remembered how much dad loves my lasagna and I decided to make one anyway. I asked Matt (who had just had some real whipped cream on his soy frozen dessert) if he was okay with eating the lasagna and he said he didn't think it would be worth it, which only served to prove one thing, and that one thing is that it has been so frigging long since I have made my exceptional lasagna that Matt has completely forgotten how worth it it is. I made it. It came out fair. Not worth it.
Tonight as the sun went down the water was a fabulous shade of blue. Then it turned purple and I was completely awestruck.
Matt continued to grow his nasty mutton chops out and I bit my tongue and never said a bad word about them. Then one day I was looking at Matt and feeling all mushy sentimental and I stroked his right side mutton chop with all the tenderness of a mom wondering how in the hell her sweet little baby could ever have such pungent BO could muster and guess what happened. Matt shaved the chops off! Hurray! I'm gonna be real affectionate to his 17 year old klepto girlfriend a lot now too!
My right knee still hurts as do my right boob and my bruised and scraped right arm. It must be throwing my equilibrium off because now my right ankle, right neck and right lower back are beginning to protest something as well.
I could sleep all day long, as a matter of fact, I am so sleep screwed up that I have passed out in the living room each afternoon for the past two days. Even though some worker guy has been assembling bookshelves right over my head. I wish I could make the workers leave, I'm just afrad that they won't come back and finish when I leave.
Which brings me to the sadness of saying that my lake friends are drifting back to their winter homes and I am feeling lonely as can be, also, I totally did not do anything special with this miserable summer, and just as I predicted, I can barely even remember it at all. I so seriously need a do over.
You didn't need to do anything special. You just needed to rest and take care of you. And you did that the best you could.
Posted by: Laura | August 27, 2008 at 07:46 AM