Deuces

Were you just playing a John Mellencamp song...? My inquiry was earnest, though filled with the confused stupor that follows an awakening from a deep, mid-afternoon nap.  Equally confused, he replied "... I don't know anything by John Mellencamp..." In a sedated, yet certain response I added ""Jack and Diane"... I thought you were playing that song..." He stood quietly for a moment, curious, as I held a focused gaze, hands in my lap, staring at my fingers, gracefully interwoven.   It's the look he dubs the "1000 mile stare". And I slowly came to.  Came to realize my father wasn't playing a John Mellencamp song, and Lloyd wasn't either.   I shouldn't have been surprised-  neither of the two men had ever played John Mellencamp before, so why would they now? But in some lost space where fatigue and sleep meet, I had heard my father playing guitar and heard his voice- clear as day- singing the ...

This weekend was splendid. Sunshine. Shopping. Baking. Cleaning.  I lacked the main ingredient for cookie paste mug cake so I made my own paste from an über ripe banana near death and Nestle hot cholocoate mix. The result- this original and scrumptious "banana paste" mug cake.   Music while cleaning.  I love this song. Shopping for Lloyd.  I'd take photos but he'd slaughter me. He let me choose a new shirt for him.  He looks great in it. #merow.  Organizing.  I love organizing and though I'm way behind with my Kon-Mari Method (I'm straggling through purging the paper and books category over the last few weeks, though we have purged quite a bit and our shredder has over-heated at least half a dozen times...)  I have, however, mastered my closets over the last few months.  P.S. Yes, there is a photo of my skivvies below... I do fold them (and Lloyd's and Say's, too).  T-shirts, tanks and sweaters housed in this dresser that my dad built at...

It was nice to re-watch this video tonight- a great reminder of how full of life Reggie was (and funny)! Thanks to my aunt Mickie for re-posting. I hope you all enjoy watching.  https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1023807956982 I will miss talking about my blog with Reggie and hearing anecdotes of his travels around the world with Sunshine- the kind of retirement full of travels with spouse that a girl can dream of. Reggie, you will be missed. 

There are birds outside the window. I feed them- carefully pouring seed into the feeders in our backyard. And there is a single hummingbird along with the many finches and robins that come to visit. I love that hummingbird. The hummingbird feeds from the crepe myrtle and hibiscus. I will soon look into acquiring an ornate hummingbird feeder. Something ironically subtle and ostentatious.  The pigeons- they can go away.