I remember those days of toddler scribbles and asking as kindly as I could…”And…what have we here?” Nora would reply with an exasperated “duh”, “It’s a llama, Mom! Look at the neck!” And I thought those days were over. Except now they are happening at Halloween.
Last night I asked for pictures (they’re out with their friend bubbles) and Nora texted me a pic of her wearing her green sweater and our son texted me a blurry headshot of him wearing his sunglasses. For the life of me…I had to timidly ask again, “And…what have we here?”
How could I not tell it was Shaggy from Scooby Doo and Sick Boy from Trainspotting?!
“Cool cool”.
(And saying “cool cool” is about as cool as saying “kk”)
My fellow and I got a few trick or treaters whom we lavished with Kitkats tossed from a very long set of tongs.
Today we did some walking around our neighbourhood under the gorgeous trees, fire cracker shells were littered along the park. I was quite pleased that my red tam and jacket matched the Japanese maples. My lips were red and my hair was wavy and I was feeling lovely. Sometimes lipstick is good for the soul, perked me right up. We went to the Red Wagon for brunch. Shaggy joined us.
Later in the day I sat out with the pumpkins on the porch, still grinning in all their glory for no audience but me, their lights blown out.
“yeah, I feel ya, buddy.”
I patted them on their heads and stared out at the setting sun, the deepening blue of the sky contrasted so nicely with the bright yellow leaves. I was contemplating a conversation I had with Fellow, “And…what have we here…?” regarding my income this year. Is it time to start considering maid work, trying to get a job at a coffee shop, holding out for a Hallmark, putting together something on line, learning how to quilt – (where did that one come from?) Or can I dream that the publisher is going to love my novel soooooooo much they are going to give me an advance to write the sequel?
“Might happen, Bella,” Fellow said to that.
So many reasons to love him.
That’s definitely one.
I whispered to the pumpkins, “I’m going to let you stay out here as long as you want. Stay until your teeth fall out.”
