The photo I should have posted with Matutinal Maunderings last May 9.
I could also have titled this post as What I Did On My Weekend. In other words, a tedious personal account of activities that few will find worthy of even the most cursory interest.
But. I has laptop!
Of course, as I tentively poke at various icons I wonder if this sleek, black machine will turn me into vapour and draw me in like mist to its sleek, secret innards; and I will become a ghost in the machine, to the wonder of the neighbourhood and the confusion of my family... Anything so sleek and black and proficient is dangerous.
My daughter brought it for me.
She also brought my son-in-law avec a chainsaw and he proceeded to sunburn and sawdust himself removing three problem trees.
I could expand on why they were problem trees but I will spare you that.
And they removed from my office--by clever application of the laws of spacial physics and brute strength--a six-foot long, five-foot high, sonofabitchheavy, oak card file cabinet.
I has space!
Of course, she also brought my tiny grandaughter with the dark blue eyes and the Gainsborough curls and the wee warm hands--who already knows that if she says "Daddy" in a sweet and melting voice, he will move the moon for her. We watched Daddy work mightily, she and I, and then we sat together in the big recliner and ate popcorn.
Best of all, when I woke at 1:00 A.M. my daughter appeared and we talked in our dressing gowns through the dark hours about writing and books, and the past and the future.
I has love.