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Ages ago, Ondine gave me marigold seeds. See how they shine now?
Lately, I've been suffering my own little identity crisis. Ruby is moving out in about two weeks. I think I'll be ok. I bawled when she started school and I had to creep around the block walking around and around the school building for half the day before arriving there early to collect her. I never let on though. I didn't want to freak her out. So here we are again. I have to let her go. I should feel happy/proud/relieved that she is strong enough and independent enough to move out and live her life. She's so excited. I'm excited too. But it's hard. It's really, really hard. I know I'll have ME time, but fuck me time. I don't need me time. I like my fucken time just the way it is. So I'm a little wobbly at the moment.
We're going to visit Tivoli soon. We're measuring for awnings. I like the stripey canvas type. Old fashioned. I'M old fashioned.