All crap aside, I wouldn't trade this weekend for anything
I could have been really morose and depressed this weekend. The mister is oncall. My computer is dying. Money is non existent, and the weather was supposed to suck (so we've been playing the snow removal waiting game since midnight). I'm dealing with the emotional flotsam and jetsam involved with watching someone I love but can never be with starting to move contentedly into a new romance, and trying hard to remember that I'm not the only one who deserves to be happy and loved. This weekend was the Farmfest Holiday Party up in Gaylord with the Ragbirds and Ignorant Mob (among others), a pot luck and bonfire to follow out at the farm. Don White was in town for his semi-annual Michigan concert. The Rough Ride has started, and I've been a sentimental, weepy sometimes touchy mess for days.
I could have been morose and depressed.
But I'm not.
Life is pretty awesome.
I got an early holiday present. I got an awesome present!
I got Nicole and her beautiful smile on our doorstep. She might just as well have wrapped herself in a big ol' ribbon. It was that much of a gift. I have missed that girl of mine so much. Like I've said before, the gods may not have given me a daughter of my flesh, but they gifted me with a daughter all the same, and I'm so glad we're putting the idiocy of a couple years ago to rest.
It's been a long year or so for her of learning and growing experiences, but she has been learning and growing from her experiences, and I couldn't be more proud of her.
The dining room once again felt like a family room as we sat around the table with coffee, talking and catching up. I hope we have many, many more days around the table.
And she took me to lunch. What a sweet treat.
Yes. Yesterday was awesome.
It wasn't quite so awesome for Paul. He spent a good portion of the afternoon/evening in anticipatory napping, gearing up for a couple days worth of nasty winter weather that they've been predicting for the past week.
That weather was supposed to arrive here after midnight last night (this morning). At 8am I awoke to find a light skiff of snow on the ground, gray but dry skies and Mr. Man all warm and cuddly asleep next to me. Oh, yes! Sleepy, cuddly, purring, gentle Sunday Morning Sex. We ended up laying abed for a couple hours, cuddling, drinking coffee and watching the news to see when the storm would finally hit (the answer to that one is "never". After all the hype it will be missing us).
We'd worked up a nice appetite for breakfast so I put together a scramble with mushrooms, roasted red peppers, scallions, a bit of chopped ham and some hash browns leftover from other recipes and the last little bits of some of our favorite Danish Bleu and the incredible raw milk Colby cheeses. My little Goldie downstairs had given us a beautiful little fruit tray from a Hanukah celebration that we added to breakfast. Sausage patties and toast with homemade peach jam finished things off nicely.
Paul requested Shepherd's Pie for dinner, so there's some venison burger thawing out for that later. Since the storm is going to miss us now, maybe we'll use some of this otherwise unplanned day to make some cookies or something, too. It's not too late to start a loaf of bread, either. Hmmmm. We'll see.
Or maybe we'll just do a little more stocking-footed slow dancing to Christmas carols in the dining room. We danced to this while we waited for our second pot of coffee to perk. It was one of those totally spontaneous, romantic yummy moments. Yes. We earned our "Awww. You're too cute"'s today. Nope. I wouldn't trade it.
See. Life is good---no matter what.
I could have been morose and depressed.
But I'm not.
Life is pretty awesome.
I got an early holiday present. I got an awesome present!
I got Nicole and her beautiful smile on our doorstep. She might just as well have wrapped herself in a big ol' ribbon. It was that much of a gift. I have missed that girl of mine so much. Like I've said before, the gods may not have given me a daughter of my flesh, but they gifted me with a daughter all the same, and I'm so glad we're putting the idiocy of a couple years ago to rest.
It's been a long year or so for her of learning and growing experiences, but she has been learning and growing from her experiences, and I couldn't be more proud of her.
The dining room once again felt like a family room as we sat around the table with coffee, talking and catching up. I hope we have many, many more days around the table.
And she took me to lunch. What a sweet treat.
Yes. Yesterday was awesome.
It wasn't quite so awesome for Paul. He spent a good portion of the afternoon/evening in anticipatory napping, gearing up for a couple days worth of nasty winter weather that they've been predicting for the past week.
That weather was supposed to arrive here after midnight last night (this morning). At 8am I awoke to find a light skiff of snow on the ground, gray but dry skies and Mr. Man all warm and cuddly asleep next to me. Oh, yes! Sleepy, cuddly, purring, gentle Sunday Morning Sex. We ended up laying abed for a couple hours, cuddling, drinking coffee and watching the news to see when the storm would finally hit (the answer to that one is "never". After all the hype it will be missing us).
We'd worked up a nice appetite for breakfast so I put together a scramble with mushrooms, roasted red peppers, scallions, a bit of chopped ham and some hash browns leftover from other recipes and the last little bits of some of our favorite Danish Bleu and the incredible raw milk Colby cheeses. My little Goldie downstairs had given us a beautiful little fruit tray from a Hanukah celebration that we added to breakfast. Sausage patties and toast with homemade peach jam finished things off nicely.
Paul requested Shepherd's Pie for dinner, so there's some venison burger thawing out for that later. Since the storm is going to miss us now, maybe we'll use some of this otherwise unplanned day to make some cookies or something, too. It's not too late to start a loaf of bread, either. Hmmmm. We'll see.
Or maybe we'll just do a little more stocking-footed slow dancing to Christmas carols in the dining room. We danced to this while we waited for our second pot of coffee to perk. It was one of those totally spontaneous, romantic yummy moments. Yes. We earned our "Awww. You're too cute"'s today. Nope. I wouldn't trade it.
See. Life is good---no matter what.