today my spouse has 6 months minus booze!! congratulations to him!! :D
he played his heart out friday night at gallagher's to tons of ppl. they've resumed the booze buses in LB, so packs of drinkers loaded in & out throughout the night. the best pack was the 1st, dressed as superheroes for a BD party. :D they had him play an extra hr bc of the crowds, but only after james made sure they gave him a raise. then some doucheb*g stole the tips. arrghh!! oh well, james said; it happens.
we stopped @ a 24 hr diner off the 405, then steamrolled to the mtn pad, getting there at 5 am. the next sunny golden day, we sat on the back porch & drank coffee & watched the mountain & the birds. the breeze was near luxurious in its loveliness. we did TONS of yardwork! it's difficult to type cause my forearms are so worked over! one night i had trouble sleeping cause my back was so sore. "you're a machine, baby!" he called. i cannot stop working if i feel a job's not done, be it the dishes or clearing brush... we went into the tiny mtn town & had pizza, got movies, went to the junk stores. then more yardwork. he crashed out again! :D i read from a great pulpy, surprisingly scholarly book i got at the thrift store, ancient mysteries, drinking coffee & peeping here & there thru the curtains at the gleaming mat of stars in the wide clean night as james snored gently. next day we met our folks at the local diner, then they drove & we went to the lilac festival. afterward, naptime & more yardwork!! the quail finally showed up; they live in a bush across the arroyo. we went & dumped a truckload of brush, then got ice cream cones & a burrito for him @ the backpacking corner store in the next town up the mtn. we came back & did concluding clean-up & organizing, hit the local mtg for just 10 mins, then hit the rd for OC. he was extremely crabby, but i know it was fatigue, so didn't take it personally. we were home to the boy before 11 pm & it was time to sleep some more! ah, sleep! lovely sleep! but now it's time to start the day... he liked the "too personal" stuff i wrote & deleted from the last post, so i'm gonna post it here... that's all for now. :)
while meditating, i remembered, really remembered the 1st time i met james at the elvis show one year, how he had stars in his eyes that night,
how he kept kissing me, which really freaked me out cause we'd just
met! but he asked me that night, "do you feel it, too? is it just me?"
with these big eyes full of wonder, & my heart & soul
stirred: did he mean THAT?!?! he told me he'd lost me for eons &
finally found me in this life. wow!!... whiteboy james is the toughest,
silliest, sexiest, raunchiest, most talented guy in town, "the modern
day howlin wolf," a force to be reckoned with, "a future movie star."
yes, he's all that & more! husband james is the bravest guy i've
ever met: deep, deep, deep, an ever-unlocking puzzle bringing my life
ever-realization & reward. i'm so lucky! realizing someone like
him believes in & trusts me so much, well, i do believe
& trust back!
for pete's sake, i know this is some heavy
gushing, but this is MY blog! you wouldn't read it if you didn't want
to! i must write of this serious love power, & thank the
universe james saw it the moment he first saw me cause we won't be here
forever, meat bags that we be, not to mention that i have a bad memory,
love is universal, maybe you'll relate, maybe you'll be inspired, at the
least, i need to write so i may remember that my prescient, even
psychic husband knew about "us" way before mundane i did. thank you,
sweetheart!
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