The problem with not writing very often is that so much has happened since the last time I wrote I don’t know where to start. So I guess the best place to start is just right freaking now. Now. This very moment I am sitting in my cozy living room with Harley, watching the movie Logan and smelling the mouth-watering roast that has been cooking all day.
Out the window I see signs of spring on a wintery day. It’s April 15th and it’s 30 degrees outside but it feels like 17. Our weeping willow tree is barely showing sweet little leaves that have probably just frozen their nuts off. Yes, I know weeping willows don’t have nuts. But if they did, they would be freezing them off … literally and figuratively.
Rocket is running around like a psycho chasing a HUGE fly that somehow managed to escape the freezing weather and get inside. It’s so big I think I can see it’s fur. Three days ago it was 80 degrees and we had the air conditioning on and we had to switch it right from the A/C over to the heat. Rocket can be a spaz, but when it comes to fly-hunting, he is right up there with Mr. Miyagi. You remember him … the patient, chop-stick-wielding, fly-hunting karate teacher in The Karate Kid? I think Rocket must be Mr. Miyagi’s spirit animal. Anyhoo …We have basically experienced all four seasons in the last day and a half.
Speaking of the seasons, I think it was summer the last time I posted. There have been some major changes since then … Trixie married Prince Charming, Bam-Bam proposed to Powerpuff and Clark was promoted to Sargent in the Marines. Our little family is getting bigger and going places!
But right now. I took a break from writing for Sunday dinner. Right now, the dishes are done and Harley and I are settled in front of the fireplace waiting for the season finale of The Walking Dead to start. Powerpuff and Bam-Bam are working on their coloring book masterpieces. PSA – I bought a grown-up coloring book and a pack of colored pencils last weekend and it’s quickly become part of our Sunday family dinner tradition.
But right now. Right now the evening is drawing to a close … the cloudy sky is morphing from a cold, silvery-gray into a dark, starless night. The shadows slowly swallow up the backyard and turn it into a pool of inky darkness. It’s cold outside. The wind flecks sleet against the windows. But inside we are close and warm. The fireplace glows against the faces I love. Right now I am happy. Right now.