It’s 12:30 AM and my daughter is taking a bath on her own. My son is sitting at the kitchen counter eating a bowl of basmati rice topped with roasted chicken. After a few bites he stands up and does his “zombie walk”, husss husss through his teeth, his hands out before him in claws – and stalks to the counter where I have the CSA donut peaches resting to further sugar up. He takes one and says, “Yum!” quietly under his breath – to himself – and bites in, his posture set in determined pleasure.
Ralph and I spent much of the day cooking and cleaning, carefully preserving and preparing the share harvest from the farm (which starts to swell this time of the summer) and washing dishes and making dinner ahead for tomorrow as it promises to be a busy day (we made a double-batch in case anyone joins us).
Needless to say the children have been enthralled with their new computers. By “enthralled” I mean they came to bed at 4:30 AM, happy and loving and snuggly, and the minute they got up they went back to them. While they were so engaged – after we’d invited them out and they declined – Ralph and I went on a date to the Salvadorian restaurant for the most economical and delicious fare in town (horchata!). Afterwards we got groceries and enjoyed the sunshine together. I wore the thinnest tiniest cotton dress ever because it was just too hot for me. Windows down, sunroof cocked. Back home I cut a little of my cotton linen blend for the kids’ nightshirts, but it was so warm it was hard to work. Instead I got on the bike with my daughter balancing produce boxes and we ran errands together.
Later children ran in and out and music swelled through the house, windows open but blinds down and a fan set up in the kitchen (our only defense given the Pacific Northwesterners’ typical lack of air conditioning); I visited a friend briefly and caught up with exciting developments in her life then brought her oldest child over on the back of the bike (as well as a lovely jar of homecanned raspberry preserves, my favorite kind of jam!). Family friends stopped by after a dinner date and we shared green tea and mircrobrew while our children peacefully played on the laptops and the kittens got up to their bullshit.
It was a good day and I think we’re going to have another one tomorrow. Just call it a hunch.
Archives. Five years ago. I break up with a friend.
Sounds like a good day, indeed!
“I wore the thinnest tiniest cotton dress ever because it was just too hot for me.”
…and the baby “negotiations” are underway.
Yeah, Ralph TOTALLY tapped that. Another surprise benefit of the laptop gifts: lots of grownup time.
you said “tapped that”, lol.
So now I’m wondering how you feel now reflecting back on how you felt 5 years ago?
I feel like breaking up was a good thing. I feel embarassed – to this day – how I seemed to like this person more than he ever liked me. Nothing wrong with that of course, except I kind of friend-hung around him for so long thinking it might change.
For all I know he did like me but honestly it felt like he only hung out with me out of convenience, or I was a second-fiddle friend of sorts.