Sunday, August 29, 2010

You're dangerous, 'cause you're honest

A weekend that begins with roller coasters and being swung upside down (one of my favorite things) I call "off to a good start." That and my body dysmorphic ass fit in every ride and he went out of his way to find me a warm pretzel.

With cheese.

Found if you take a moment, get down on the floor and play a bit, it can be kinda cool. So is dinner cooked on the grill and "Almost Famous" on the couch built for one that still holds two and cocktails and penetration and breakfast of scrambled eggs with mushrooms and fresh dill and bacon on the side cooked while he tells you, "Stay in bed, have a lazy Sunday" and hear their sounds moving about upstairs. This afternoon I picked out cards, wonderful and sparkly cards for some of the people I love. And a birthday gift for a bright and beautiful girl who reminded me late this week of what and who I really am. She aspires to be me, and I reflect my own image back from her. It makes so much sense.

The truth takes courage and deflecting blows sometimes. Often in fact.

Been listening to Radio U2 a good deal, Bono the poet in the mostly wide open red room that is my heart. Lyrics that tell me what I know. Do you feel loved? How can you stand next to the truth and not see it?

I do, for reals. And I do. For reals.

1 comment:

The mad woman behind the blog said...

I so would have PAID to have your weekend.

And now I have more reading to do. And making a U2 Pandora station. I forget how much I love them.

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