I wrote this almost a month but it’s just now getting posted. Oopsie.
I dreamt I was hanging out with the Queen of England, traveling back and forth in time to be around her when she was young and old.
I was not a friend, not a reporter, just an observer, but my presence was real as opposed to some kind of third person omniscient situation.
She had a self-playing piano which was on at all times. When she was a young mother she loved blue jeans. I was invited to participate in their foot races in the palace and eat with them, though I never did. I had to resist the urge to talk to her, to share with her how I felt, because I knew it wasn’t appropriate.
It was a short but very detailed dream. I’m not sure where any of it came from. Yes, I watched The Crown and loved it but it’s been a while. I didn’t follow the Meghan Markel interview, nor do I care. It’s odd what the sub-conscious serves up.
The snow last week was nuts. The storm took its sweet time getting here, leading to playful exchanges about it being a liberal hoax. And like all purported liberal hoaxes, it was actually true!
If you know this game, you can appreciate how odd my hand is.
My sweetheart and I made the most of it, holing up with cards and movies and venturing outside with our snowshoes to get some exercise. I’m loving the hot tub more than ever.
Prior to the storm we went to a restaurant called Safta. We were there at 4:30 (my favorite time for dinner) and there was no one within 20 feet of us, the food was divine. It was such a rare treat.
I got my senior care certificate over the weekend. It was the perfect thing to do while waiting out the storm. I also built my website … well, Nina did most if the work. I loaded the content and she made it pretty. I’m about ready to launch it and start looking for work.
Home life is good, too. Right now I’m figuring out ways to discourage younger folks from renting from me. While age discrimination is illegal, I can certainly word my listing to make it less enticing because I’m getting sick of cleaning up after people that have no respect for property.
You can always tell when someone doesn’t own or rent a home they give a shit about. There is always dirt and dried mud on the floor and the house hasn’t been taken care of well. It’s always two couples trying to economize.
I’ve changed my listing to only accommodate 3 people and set hard rules about removing shoes and not vaping indoors. I hate it when people ruin things for everyone. This is my home and I love it. It’s not a crash pad.
I replaced some of the nice, old rugs I have with these inexpensive new ones. I really love the color and at $100 each, it won’t be the end of the world if something happens to them. They are synthetic so I can hose them off outside.
I’m moving more art and things like that to my sweetheart’s home, or the Tiny. All my spaces should feel personal.
I’m also redoing the counters and adding a glass shower surround to replace the curtain. I love working on my house. It feels like an investment in my future, not someone else’s.
I took the boys out for a bento lunch yesterday. The weather was nice and we sat on the patio at Japango.
Despite Casey’s disdain for all seafood, he enjoys California rolls and for once I found a place that both kids get excited about. I could eat this every day for lunch. And Safta for dinner.
I’ve enjoyed a nice 3-day stay at my house, someone checks in tomorrow for the weekend. Words cannot express how good it feels to be here with Casey, how easy it is.
Micah comes over for meals but in general seems to prefer Lonny’s. That okay with me as long as he feels welcomed and wanted here. I wish he was here more but I want to respect his wishes. I’m really glad he will be going back to in-person learning after Spring Break. Casey has to wait until the Fall but he’s kicking ass at remote learning and at least his Ultimate Frisbee team is meeting again for practice.
They have a great summer coming up. Scout camp in South Dakota in June, Hawaii with me in July, and an 11-day canoeing trip on the Canadian Boundary waters in August.
Also, 50 year-olds qualify for the vaccine on Friday. I’m sure there will be a stampede at first, but this means my sweetheart will get vaccinated shortly. I am 49 so I’ll have to wait for the next round, but I’ve had Covid and the projected time is April. My god, I cannot imagine how it will feel to be protected. Yes, I will still wear a mask, but to be able to freely see people and hug …
My sweetheart wrote the nicest thing for me on Valentine’s Day. I’m putting this here because I don’t want it to get lost.
I love this man. He’s been such a wonderful partner in love and growth. I intend for my life to stay on this upward trajectory.
That’s me. Fast as fuck.