So Nice to Come Home To
OK. I'm officially emerging from my deep, 10-day funk, and looking forward to welcoming BOTB home in grand style.
Fixed the house up, got it lookin' fine.
And now I'm chilling his favorite....beer.
My plan: Outfit the car with pillows and a cooler with his favorite beverages. Throw something good to eat in there, too. Outfit myself in one of the six new cocktail dresses Shila and I bought last weekend, and the fabbo Italian shoes he bought me in Chicago. Try, despite the intense 95-degree heat and thick humidity, to arrive at the airport 2 hours away still smelling real nice. (This will probably be the biggest challenge I face in 2006).
Welcome my sweetheart home with open arms. Drive him home while watching him sleep, if he needs to, or listen to the tale of his travels.
She's got everything delightful
She's got everything I need
Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double
Pays my ticket when I speed
Sugar magnolia, blossoms bloomin'
Posts my blog while I ramble 'round
Feeds my kids and mows the lawn
No one like her I've ever found
Apologies to the Dead.
Here's what he'll see when he wakes up Wednesday morning: Liam in his race car jammies with a load of fresh snap beans from the garden.(Darn it, Phoebe's at the beach!) The little fishpond, abloom with Rudbeckia.
The terraced butterfly beds, blazing with liatris and salvia, coneflower, calendula and butterfly weed.
Chet Baker, yodeling WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO! Hi, Daddy! Where have you BEEN?
And come nightfall, I will put him in the hammock, to watch the lightning bugs come out over the long meadow. Squint and you will see them in this photo. Bill has been away 20 of the last 40 days, and I have missed him terribly. Almost come unglued. So have Phoebe and Liam. Chet's all mopey, too. The next trip we take, we'll all be together. Baker, too. It won't be to Africa, but it could be anywhere. We don't mind. He'll be with us. BT3, we love you too much. Welcome home.