Word After Word

I was complaining to my wisest friend about how overwhelmed I am. My list of things to do has three columns. And color coding.

He interupted me. “Heather. These are all great things. And you are writing. Enjoy your life.”

My stepson is visiting us from the Air Force. He and his brother are so close and to see them walking together and crying out “Army of Two!” at breakfast, in the hallway, whenever they are aligned, makes me happy.

Jackie made Lissa a sleeping for the doll. Lissa loves the sleeping bag so much. We’re going on a trip together. She’s nine. She loves High School Musical and a boy named A—. She also handed me a painting “Heather YAY” it said in every color water color can be. She loves hot dogs and the idea of hotel lobbies, marble, and fountains. She loves dolls and high heels. And I think we all do.

My dog has licked off much of his own fur in some key places but he looks really happy.

I have good new friends, an open heart, and great old friends, and a belt of medium-known steady friends.

I didn’t worry about Fay eating my parents. My parents have rafts. Small rafts.

Amelia came over last night and ate all my blue berries and we did the rhumba in our rockin chairs.

I do not have to go to school today. But here I am.

These are some of the good, good, good things.