Saturday, December 18, 2010


Three tawny, speckled doves on my front lawn, waiting for birdseed to fall from the sky, with the help of two finches at the feeder in our tree.

Ornaments from my childhood, carefully placed and nestled in my tree.  I have two left of the ones that spin inside when heated just enough by a strategically placed twinkle light below them.  I am the strategic placer.

A mini Cinnabon, all warm and gooey, shared with one of my favorite people on the planet and in the galaxy, my boy Robin.  Ice cold milk too.  Two straws, mine is the one with the mauve lipstick on it.

A long distance girl talk with Midge.

Two big dogs that given the command, know how to wipe muddy feet on a rug near the back door.  One little poodle who doesn't have a clue but loves the pink turtleneck sweater Grandma bought her.

Baby Bear's pretty face, working the register at Victoria's Secret today, a line of customers twenty deep, and she lit up when she saw Robin and I.

Just fruit for dinner - grapes and pineapple and banana and watermelon and clementine orange.  Oh my darlin, oh my darlin, oh my darlin Clementine.

A bed made up with clean cream flannel sheets, next to a glowing salt crystal lamp, next to a window cracked just enough to hear the rain while I type. Negative ion overload.

Alive, as things are, it does not matter, cause if I'm alive, I'm not dead.


Did you remember to savor today?

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