I texted and vented with a friend till late. Stepmum came out and paced for a while because she’d forgotten her restless leg pill. We chatted and searched the kitchen for a pot for today’s cooking.
I tossed and turned for a while. Just when I fell asleep the heavens opened up and released a torrential downpour. So I got up (so did mum) and closed the doors that I’d left open for the cool mountain air.
At 6am the son and girlfriend arrived from DC. I was here in the living room to greet them and tell them where their room was. Good that I was here….
Once they were tucked in I snuck upstairs to turn off the light left on for them that had been in my face all night.
But then. Dawn. So I’ve never gotten back to sleep….
But I put in my glasses and realized this was happening out there.
Not a bad reward for a shitty night. And I get to share it with you.
This is my sleeping arrangement since the choice was here or in the musty stinky basement where the two single beds are. Everyone else has bedrooms upstairs.
Now I know my father ad stepmother call me a princess and think I’m prissy, but not wanting to sleep somewhere musty and moldy doesn’t make me a diva does it?
So here I am on the couch. In the living room with borrowed blankets.
Amazingly not sobbing myself to sleep.
Instead I write to you all.
I have been invited to spend a couple of days in the mountains with my father and stepmum, two of their best friends and one of their sons and his girlfriend.
A gorgeous setting, mountain home, three couples.
This little one seems to know when I set the table for three; she then knows her friends are coming over for dinner and she checks the driveway for them…
I just realized this was, in fact, the only gift I got this year for my birthday. Which makes it all the more special… Thank you my friend.
One of you is a terribly generous and thoughtful friend. Thank you for this little birthday gift.