Sally’s Friend
Just another WordPress.com weblogautumn
it’s a slow morning here in our little trailer park. i can here traffic pass outside and airplanes making their way now and then to the local airport and sometimes a dog bark or a bird sing but mostly it is quiet and i am working my best to keep it that way as hubby is getting to sleep in, a rare and priceless opportunity. the toddler is happy with his snazzy new full size pillow and his blanket and this morning i am letting him have his milk in bed. baby is so happy to play with the pillow or her fingers or feet just on this sofa here beside me. at present she seems baffled by the little pillow on her head and i can see her peeking out at me and smiling a slightly troubled smile. my sister is working from her bedroom/office and the dog has been let out so no yelping from him. mostly there is the sound of passing cars and i hope that hubby sleeps well for as long as possible. funny, as i type a cat and dog (a big dog i think) are making a ruckus, my sister has come out and is rather chatty and the dog, the same.
with the coming of autumn comes my need to sneeze twenty times in a row and there is now the need for sweaters in the morning and hot drinks and a lot of tissue for my runny nose but i am happy for autumn to come because it means change, and my favorite kinds of change la. peace and grease peeps.
a cup of tea la.
There is a feeling that i have again and again tried in vain to capture and keep tidily close to me for as long as possible far too many times to be counted, these are moments had over hot cups of tea or coffee with friends sipped between lovely conversations or in the pleasant quietness shared between intimates or (and this almost even best) stirred and enjoyed alone with books and peace but always the drink cools and the happy moments slip past me like the shadows driven by a maddened sun running wildly across the desert sky in a world where time is too quick to be kind.
Today, out with my best friend (um, that would be hubby) the kids and my niece i felt that same happiness and tried to easily express my journey by saying that, in spite of the fact that we were in the car and i was sipping not a hot tea at all but a very cold coffee topped with whipped cream and caramel from the land of Sonic, i was..”wishing that this cup of tea would last forever.” The cup of tea being my frozen coffee like drink you see and forever being actually just a wee bit longer as it was an extremely pleasant day.
a note for my son
Dear Son,
I have stepped away from you and your sister for a minute to tell you something that I hope someday you will read. Today you are not yet two and your blond hair is long and fine falling over your neck and brow. I love that hair on you and if someday the pictures bring the question you can answer that it was I who kept it that length against much protest from your Da and so many others. I am compelled now to tell you that I love you dearly. I have been lately enjoying your toddler babble and the three questions you ask me all day; what is it? Where is it? Who is it? You laugh with abandon and I hope that this is something you will not loose. I have loved and been terrified of the way you copy everything you see and just this morning have cherished the little time we spent after breakfast sitting on the bed with sister when upon your insistence I wrapped you in the old sweater that your Dadda gave me when he and I were just friends living in different countries. This very moment you are twisting the nob on your sisters mobile and the music has begun again. Thank you son, you are loved everyday, all day.
Your Mom.
PS
I just remembered, lately you have been on all fours barking and trying to eat off the floor like aunt Ruby’s little dog Chico. Yesterday I was in the bedroom feeding sister and I could hear your dad scolding you because you were trying to eat chips off the floor but I could not help but smile and be a little excited that you were pretending…you are a very clever boy son.
