What a wonderful account of your special day. I actually feel as 'tho we WERE there. Fourteen years turns into thirty-six in a heartbeat. When you look back on those bad times they never seem quite so difficult as they did at the moment. It's like childbirth...you'd NEVER have a second kid if you truly remembered birthing that first one!
We're having a pretty good day, finally. One of the most depressing troubles of the past 33-years had a temporary reprieve today and we'll hang onto that good thought for as long as we can.
Getting ready to go hat/heart and artwork in hand to the galleries who promised an interest in my stuff. We'll make that leap tomorrow. Just finishing up some details today. Not to worry about me 'tho. If they turn me down I've got PLENTY of wine to offset the trauma of rejection. Never expose yourself without a fall-back position.
John is talking to the cats in the background and distracting me. Seems he failed to latch the utility door into the garage earlier today and Tigger lead the pilgrimmage to the open garage. At seven and eight pounds, respectively, either one of them wouldn't even qualify as a cayote snack. Pooh's not usually as brain dead as her sister, but today was an exception. Feline Alzheimer's exists.
Another gorgeous day in the north, but still a little too chilly for the beach. Feels more like May than July. Be good kids. Love, Ma
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