Well, I've started three posts today. One on how the greatest products come from love; one on how Chekhov's characters are so well written that they can hold any authentic human; and one on if god gave you one wish, what would you wish for.
Didn't finish a one.
The truth is, it's a glorious day down here on Salmon Beach, and even though I cheerfully want to kill my mom half the time, I can't deny I woke up feeling great. (Ah. THAT's why I'm thinking of Chekhov.) Carnations, poppies, roses, sweet peas, hannah's eyes, and tobacco plants are all blooming on my deck, fresh salt air is pouring through the open door, and I'm about to hit the To-Do List Of The Day.
I cooked a lot of yesterday, so we've got steamed vegies, fresh salad, hard-boiled eggs, sliced cantaloupe, sliced watermelon, and chicken-and-rice in the fridge.
It's one of those, "Make gingerbreat just because I feel like it" days. A day of wild, reasonless, confident hope.
Have at it, duckies. Whatever you're doing today -- do it lightly, with one wild eye on the gum machine in case there's a free ball in the tray.
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Thanks for the good wish. Yes, thankfully, her healing is going right on schedule without much pain.
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