I found beauty in the tossed out brown, 70's couch, missing cushions, that was strewn across the sidewalk.
I looked across the street and smiled at the cheesy snowman lights that brightly lit up the second floor window.
I followed the giddy couple walking hand in hand in front of me.
The cold, night air nipped at my cheeks.
I quickly rushed home after one too many pints.
The conversation fresh in my mind with some of the bestest friends one could ever ask for.
'Tis the season!
Buttercup twirled around the living room. Spinning round and round, she followed me into the kitchen. As she practiced her pirouettes, she sweetly sang “George and Paul, George and Paul.”
With glee, I gave her a standing ovation. Unfortunately I interrupted the artist and she did not take kindly to my clapping. Like the diva she was born to be, she went to admire herself pout in the reflection of the sliding glass door.
Buttercup turned back to me and asked, “Would you like to hear my angry song?”
“Yes!” I encouraged.
She marched back to the centre of the room and in her rock and roll voice she shouted, “George and Paul! George and Paul!”
I wanted to ask her what about Ringo and John but I thought it would probably be better to fill her rider requests without another incident.
Guess what I’m not doing this year? NaBloPoMo. While torturing you with my daily posts on nothingness would be fun for me, I’ve been consumed. All I do is work… Fourteen hours feels like a short day. This leaves no time for finding somewhat interesting things to share. I miss my children and miss my friends. I miss all of you.
As many of you know the great hot tub escape has now come and gone. The details cannot be posted. It is a very good thing that there was extremely limited internet access up north because on the last evening, I was all about over sharing. My secrets were hung up on the laundry line for all to see. It was not pretty.
Last night, as I lay in bed, thoughts began forming into a blog shape. Of course they scattered into alphabet soup as I crashed. Soon I hope to have more. Until then I plan on making my rounds to visit and catch up with all of you.
