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miekecNice and cool outside now. Sitting on the front porch, wonderful fuzzy red cat at my side, listening to the constant rhythm of a single cicada [sp?]. Drawing out the last moments of a week "vacation", spent at home while dealing with the aftermath of 2 months of insanity, emergencies and breakdowns. But also relaxing, actually spending time with just John. Out to lunch 3 days in a row, just because we could. Without kids. Lots of talking, and actually having time.
Plus, the wonder of actually having the wall of the new bathroom removed. All ready to call the plumber to start the next phase, and have the tub out of the living room. Soon. Promise.
But also spending wonderful time with friends, enjoying dinners and a house full of noise and good food and even better friends and kids and cats running underfoot. Much crazyness, but also wonderful food for soul. Lots of long late talks. And great Munchkin; introducing 2 natural-born munchkin players to the game was Just Right (tm).
And now, the cicada still chirps. Or cicadas. Or whatever it does. In the tree next to me. On the nice, cool porch in the moonlight (well, actually, the bright streetlight across the street, but in my mind it's moonlight, dammit). I'm finally not drenched with sweat. Just sitting here, wishing the moment could stretch.
Plus, the wonder of actually having the wall of the new bathroom removed. All ready to call the plumber to start the next phase, and have the tub out of the living room. Soon. Promise.
But also spending wonderful time with friends, enjoying dinners and a house full of noise and good food and even better friends and kids and cats running underfoot. Much crazyness, but also wonderful food for soul. Lots of long late talks. And great Munchkin; introducing 2 natural-born munchkin players to the game was Just Right (tm).
And now, the cicada still chirps. Or cicadas. Or whatever it does. In the tree next to me. On the nice, cool porch in the moonlight (well, actually, the bright streetlight across the street, but in my mind it's moonlight, dammit). I'm finally not drenched with sweat. Just sitting here, wishing the moment could stretch.
