March 9, 2015

The morning was beautiful, simply beautiful: I am in the kitchen/music center singing with CRB, Ethan is at the Mac watching BMX videos, and Mags is the bathroom, curling her hair, watching/listening to Glee! on her iTouch.  It was such a smooth flow of three personalities in a very small space – so different from my childhood, where 5 people were often at opposite ends of a 5,000 square foot house.  I like it this way, better.

I have some devastating news. There is a very good possibility that I may be lactose intolerant.  Again today- excruciating pain right around lunch, so I spoke to our health tech, who asked what I had for breakfast.  Ahhh!  Excellent point!  I’ve started consuming milk for the first time in years with my Kashi cereal.  European cheeses better not be affected.  

Immediately after school, pains and all, I stopped by the insurance office which is on my way home and added Miss Lizzie Mae Sunshine on.  I also upped the mileage from 5K to 8k, because seriously, how will I not drive more in her?!  I stopped by AAA, but there was such a long line, that after talking with a woman I used to work with at the Montessori preschool (who works at a mental health facility), I left.  Home to grab books and pack dinner and off to night one with my favorite professor.  As I neared Folsom, I realized AAA is everywhere and found one on my way to school.  I stopped there and within minutes, that bus is mine, mine, MINE!!!!  I am thrilled, and to be honest, I have missed spending time with her today.  The birds singing to us yesterday morning as I sipped coffee and breathed her in was magical.  I know that woman in China married herself.  Think I could marry my bus???

On the drive to school, I see a beautiful woman behind me: long dark curly hair, expensive sunglasses, made-up face.  Hanging from the rear-view mirror is a black lacy star contraption with sparkly shiny-things everywhere, plus the included flower: a black daisy.  I’m sure she has an expensive manicure/pedicure and only wears Victoria Secret under-things.   I look at my dashboard and I've collected dust and a cotton ball from the field in Texas.  Wouldn’t change places for anything.

I am happy.  Today, at work, I caught myself grinning with the exact same grin I remember having a year and a half ago when I thought there was a long-distance relationship brewing with someone.  I know..I should be able to make myself smile like that – and I do, but this, this  is a dream I NEVER thought I could realize and I am keep checking to see that she is really there.  I think even the stoplights knew I had a Westy at home, because they were green to Roseville and back.   That’s pretty awesome.  This weekend, since I have papers to start, I think I’ll fire up the laptop and then head off with Lizzie Mae and the dogs.  I can do homework in style.  

Pictures: My good morning pat for Lizzie.  Later I would sign the adoption papers that makes us a legal family;  The penis-drawing of the day.  High school boys are fascinated with their penises;  The family-cycle picture Dr. Montoya drew for us(baby, child, fall in love, baby, more babies, old age, death).