Monday, November 28, 2005

wishing and hoping. It might be our first snow of the year here, tonight. And I can't imagine how giddy I would be if I woke up in the morning and found the trees dusted with white. Even as I type that, it sounds dopey, but who cares? SNOW! I'm a prairie girl when it counts, baby. Anyhow. There's a feeling I get now and then -- much like the "Oh! There will be snow!" feeling -- that sits warm in the center of my being and causes me to fear that I might burst with joy. Not like the warm I get when I make my spicy marinara sauce and my face turns rosy and my eyes look bright, bright green. Not like the warm you feel from a whole day in the sun when every inch of your skin radiates heat like terra cotta roof tiles. Not like the warm I feel when the barista puts my hot paper cup full of latte into my chilly hands in the morning. Not like the warm that spreads over my body from the weight of my down duvet, sinking closer to my skin as the night marches on. Not like the warm of my palm high over a candle, waving through warm air, making the light flicker shadows on the wall. Nope. I don't know how to describe it. All I know is that this warmth is what makes me smile inadvertently, laugh uproariously, glow conspicuously, and love unabashedly. I just wish I knew how to put it into words. Ah, well. Some other day. 11:06:35 PM    well, yes, but...  [] the eagle has landed. Red has come home. After arguing with various Mounties on the phone, I secured her release from the pokey. When I arrived at the RCMP Detachment tonight, there she was, sealed in a plastic bag, her contents rattling around nakedly for all the world to see. And lo, she was nearly complete, but for her cash. All the cards were there, the pictures, the everything. Even the change in the change purse. Only the bills were gone. While it sucks to lose the cash, the fullness of the rest of her bounty made me grin like an idiot. The mountie who signed my wallet out to me was very sweet. He even held up my old 1995 university ID (tank top, pixie cut, some goofy bead necklace, giant smile) and said, "Nice!" And lo, it was. It's all drying out now in piles around my room, having survived near-drowning in the puddle. Thank you so much for all your kind words and good thoughts! Much love. 6:50:24 PM    well, yes, but...  []

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