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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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10:45 p.m. - 2008-01-28
Another fantastic weekend here at the Hobbit House! Really. Even though I spent most of Saturday in tears. I'm guessing it was the damn hormonies again because Mick and I weren't fighting, nothing untoward was going on with the kid or the ex, and life was same old same old with everything else. Tears galore though. Darling Mick is really with the program now and is kindness itself when I'm in the sad place. Once he assures himself there's nothing he and I need to work out he is tender and sweet and when I let him, nicely distracting. Saturday Mick insisted I come away with him so I sniveled my way over the river to do a B&N run and buy yarn. We have our own B&N and it's even back-to-back with a yarn store, but see above about distractions. Going across the bridge changes a mundane errand into an adventure! Whee! I got to pick the lane for the toll! I waved at prisoners in the prison yard near the highway! I almost got a cookie at the café! (I didn't. My fatness is a major crying trigger.) Then we tootled back down the road and stopped at Borders! Because one bookstore just isn't ever enough! At Borders I burst into loud wails and chest heaving sobs because I stupidly picked up a copy of Runaway Bunny and remembered when Alex was a little guy and the very first literary joke he ever made- says the Runaway Bunny, "If you turn into a trapeze artist and fly through the air then I will turn into a little boy and run into a house." "OUCH!" Alex would say and laugh hysterically because the bunny/boy ran into a house. Get it? And mygod I read that book with him at least 500 times just to hear him make that silly joke and laugh hysterically together and now my son doesn't laugh or do much of anything else with me anymore because he hates Mick and thinks I'm a traitor for being happy without his father and there I was bawling my head off in the stupid Borders kids section and Mick had to pry the book out of my clutching fingers and lead me away before I flooded the joint and drown those nice people who were sitting in the book nook reading Go Dog Go with their adorable twins. I did something sneaky at the yarn store. I made Mick choose the colors for the afghan I'm making. The sneaky part is it's for him for Valentine's Day. I asked him what he wanted and he said in his family only the guy gave presents. Huh? For real. According to Mick it's the man's job to give goodies to his sweetie and he doesn't get anything in return except thanks and a kiss. I am so not down with that. Hence the afghan. I hope I can get it finished in time. The cats are not helping, Lucky dragged the current skein from my work bag and proceeded to snarl the heck out of it. Spent an hour today untangling the mess and laughed a little because I wondered how much my time was worth. It's $3 skein of super soft acrylic, but was the principle of the thing. Damn cat wasn't going to get the better of me. Sunday was better. The tears had run their course and I was sunny again. The weather was clear and the roads dry so we took the Oval for a run. Normally the Oval doesn't come out in the winter, God forbid it gets some salt or road muck on it. But like I said, the roads were bone dry and there's no salt build-up to speak of, it's been cold but not snowy so far this year. (Sorry, my midwestern friends.) Tear-assing around in a 50 year old VW is nifty. A whopping 36hp, baby. As usual Mick was all affronted because nobody drove off the road in stupefied wonder from seeing An OVAL. I hid my smirk and gently reminded him that at most some people might smile to see an elderly Bug on the road, but very few knew doodly about VWs and could not appreciate the awesomeness of his '57. To quote Gertrude Stein: A Bug is a Bug is a Bug. The rest of the day was devoted to love making and grocery shopping, though not at the same time. They frown upon that kind of thing at Hannaford. That's what we get for going to the snotty yuppie market. We should have gone to Shoprite, I'll bet they have much more liberal attitude about it. We're starting a new feature here at the Sage Page- the daily Chuck Norris. Chuck Norris's calendar goes from March 31st straight to April 2nd. Why? Because nobody fools Chuck Norris!
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