Sunday, September 26, 2004 :::
 

It’s late Sunday night. The gotta-go, gotta-do rush-to-have fun of the weekend is over. All six of my lovely tow-headed children are snuggled in their beds, and my husband is off on his usual Sunday-night-with-mistress thing, so I am ready to kick back and cuddle up to my computer.
I have books to critque, a slush pile to work through, and a schedule to rearrange. But I'm not doing any of it.
Truth be...I am just as lonely as you are.
Funny thing how I can’t seem to remember things unless I write them down so I will. Later as I read it some image or sound or smell will stir up my brain so I can relive the exact moment.
This was the big annual art event, and as usual I bought tickets for the raffle. Last year I won 4 pieces of art! By Saturday evening since I didn’t receive a call I knew I didn’t win. Now I’m not really so interested in wining, exactly. I am always worried that I will lose my luck and that terrifies me so I need to win so that part of me doesn’t evaporate.
Saturday night we went boating with Ashley & Carson. That was fun, except I really wasn’t THAT curious about Carson’s penis. And as for Ashley showing me her tits in the loo, well I’ve seen so many newly-enhanced racks that I’m not really impressed. Was I ever?????
Sunday I snuck over to put in 2 additional tickets for the art raffle before we took off for dinner at the Sheppard’s. Aha! There I was sitting on the patio with Amber when my cell phone rang. I WON! So I gave out kisses and hugs and excused my rudeness for leaving before dinner was served but as I explained to them if I don’t go and pick out my art I will be left with the dregs. Plus I did leave my husband there to enjoy dinner.
Well the piece I picked is marvelous, a pastel called “Field Of Gold.” It’s an impressionistic piece done in purples and yellows and greens and golds. And it makes you think you might have actually been to this place but you know you haven’t. Mostly I like it because I now have maintained my luck.
Also right after I picked it up I walked past the stage and a black man was singing sex songs and he walks off the stage and blocks my way singing right to me and I set down the painting and we dance. That was swell. He then moved into the audience and sang and danced to other beautiful women.
I stayed for another two hours and when I arrived home my husband had brought a plate of food for me. That’s because he is nice.
(BTW the mistress thing was my idea because I see a man every Wednesday and it didn’t seem exactly fair that I would be enjoying something fresh when he wasn’t.)
Oh…and if you have been following this blog you will remember that I saw the BUSH motorcade out at the bluffs. Well my brother just saw him on Friday in Wisconsin. J left messages on my home phone, my cell phone, and even one with my neighbor. He asked if I was on the driver’s side of the bus when the cop told me I had to move to the other side of the street. The answer was yes. “HA! They thought you were a protester and they put you on the other side where you couldn’t see him and he couldn’t see you. He’s behind a glass partition and all of the protesters were on the opposite side of the street here too. See what wearing flowers in your hair does?”
He was happy to rub it in. I had been snookered.
Chameleon…next time I will carry a little flag.
G’night. I hear his car pulling in. SSSh. I need to pretend I am asleep. I don't want to smell him until he has showered and is back to being mine.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 11:24 PM