Hey people. I had pictured this summer going something like this-- I'd wake every morning to the sound of birdsong, and wander around on my deck in a crisp cotton robe gleefully sipping coffee while I contemplated how my day might unfold. (Okay-- I don't actually have a robe like that, nor do I drink coffee. This is similar to other fantasies about my life in which my entire kitchen is outfitted with wonderful IKEA cabinetry apparently.) Sometimes in these visions I'd appear as Kermit The Frog, cheerfully strumming a banjo down by the river.
Basically-- carefree sunny days that stretch to the far horizon filled with nothing but idle time. ~Slaps self~ What was I thinking??
Birds have been waking me every morning alright, mostly this insane cardinal who thinks it's arch nemesis lives in every reflective surface and continually attacks itself in all our windows, pecking and chirping loudly from about 5 a.m. on every day.
Also, my painting the shop cheery bright colors project? Don't ask me why I thought it would take a couple of days, but I've been sanding old peeling paint off (apparently this is protocol) for about 5 days now and my friggin' arms are about ready to fall off! I'm SO SORE.
At night I'm reading Joyce Carol Oates, and the wild girls of Foxfire "burn and burn" under the leadership of volatile, daring Legs Sadowski, played in my mind by Angelina Jolie in "Girl, Interrupted." *Perfect mind casting*
While working I've been getting back into John Sandford detective novels (listening), starring my book boyfriend-- the rugged, whip-smart Lucas Davenport. Apparently, cops swear a lot when amongst themselves. This has gotten me all sweary (okay- admittedly, I already am like this most of the time (when I'm by myself), but now I'm really on a tear.) The other day I found myself gripping the pasta sauce in my fist and jamming my face right into the label, spittle flying, snarling, "Open muther fucker, or I'll smash you into the counter so hard they'll feel it all the way in Italy."
In real life me & Dan continue to, well, do our thing. Here are some excerpts.
Me- ~Pant, struggle~
Him- "What are you doing?"
Me- ~Flinging my legs over top of his arms as he tries to fend me off~ "Dominating you completely with my mighty mighty legs. You should rub them. They're extra smooth tonight."
Him- "As they should be. I expect them to be smooth at all times."
Me- "You ass." ~More leg dominating~
Him- ~Tickles and pokes me into submission~ (Which really should be more difficult than it is, considering my crime fighting and all.)
Me- ~Crab, crab, small amount of almost yelling~
Him- "Don't make me come over there and pull down your pants and spank you."
Me- ~Dissolves in giggles, unable to keep being mad~
And one night, he pretended he was going to give me a nice hug and pants'd me, for reals (I was wearing boxers), so, sorry neighbors if you happened to be looking out your windows or were in your driveway or anything.
This post is kind of all over the place, because so am I right now. All of a sudden I have a million commitments, many, if not fun, are at least enjoyable (work related), but man, I feel SO SWAMPED!
I'm having to back pedal on all kinds of tentative plans I made for this summer.
One thing that's happening real quick and moving my clock up fast is Sis and the kids coming to visit. I have lined up a couple kid bikes for them-- this one for Jaden-- We're hoping he just goes with it. Hell, half the time he's wearing his sister's tutu and singing Avril Levine songs and playing Barbie's anyway. I have offered to paint the frame any color he wants. (Hey-- it was a free bike.)
Hopefully next time I check in the land will be a little more under control. I have, like, a hundred other things to tell you about like the amazing book my pal Linda made me for my birthday, and I have a whole cool "old pics of my mom" post w/ stories etc, and the further adventures of Penny, but, it's all just a big jumble right now.