9th September, 2018 Sunday
Sun and cool air. Bright, still, cloudless.
I am tired this morning. Tea must be black. Its steeping for 5 minutes. Its an Earl Grey. Local honey and not so local cream. Its a comfort cuppa.
I took a trip to a dream hotel last night. One of those that just don’t quit. You wake and think, oh wow that’s weird, and nod off back to find the scene has changed but not the context. I am with family, all of them including Mom and Dad who passed. Its a great big place I’ve stayed before. My Mom and Dad and I are ushered to a room that’s fine but I decide the one attached to the room upstairs where all the rest are staying would be finer. Its more expensive and as I dial the front desk to ask for this, I think my father will object but he does not say a word. We change the room as I wake up. Dropping back to nod, I find my husband suited for the pool dashing by saying, “Hi!” as I exit the elevator. The room I enter has no modern posh the rest of the establishment wears. Its cornered in the building’s bend and plank paneled with an ac unit that expells an arctic blast. It also seems we share it. Suitcases are exploded all across the floor. I fling as well searching for a bathing suit I know I did not pack. I ask an unknown woman in the room how many others in her pod are coming to the room as I notice two more beds as well as what we are supposed to use. Wake up. Nod off. Next scene. Lobby space or might be pool deck, and lots of family clustered crowing at each other. They do not want to notice me. Woke up.
And could not sleep again at 4 am. Zoi likes to press her flesh as firmly as she can against what ever body frames space she’s sleeping in. She is a sack when she sleeps. Unconscious with no brain splaying all her limbs all across the part of bed where my feet want to be. She grows when she’s asleep and growing she has done. Two months ago it was just fine to have the little thing take nest at the bottom of the bed. But huge she is ascending to. Last night at 4 am my feet had no where to stretch too. So my head began to wander out of nod.
Truth be told I’d had enough of hotel family wanderings. I guess it means we all are roving and maybe none of us are home.
My youngest daughter flies to me this day. Up from California for her birthday visit. I cannot wait to see her, lovely loving woman. Twenty four times around the sun since first appeared early one Florida morning, all scrunched but hungry and so dear. She was my last labor.
So its time to feast. We gather chicken from our family stock which is selling slow but going. A roaster and two thigh legs wait for seasoning and wine. I am making ratatouille also, that melting pot of local veg and cheese. Eggplant, zucchini, tomatoes, onion, garlic stewed and then a bit of that special bleu.
All this must come from local source as we are locked in Local 30 Gauntlet for the month. The chicken is our field’s, the veg is from the Farm my SIL weeds and weeds and recently cursed the ground zucchini grows for being so fucking mean. My cheats are cream, tea, eggplant, tahini, lemon, olive oil and bread. Yes we have a local bakery who bakes great bread but their wheat my not be sourced within the 200 mile radius. My older daughter busted me on spices for the chicken. She’s right but, hey, we can count them up as cheats. I have to put new pillowcases on the bed downstairs. I am so happy the young one’s coming. So happy to have feast.
Since we moved together, she who lives away, completes the family circle when she comes. Been years since circle happened this frequently. For years we all were scattered and now are back together with this move. I guess the magnet of the family heart beats hard through all of us.
The Flock of Five little laying hens I rescued from the Hawk yesterday as their attendant Guardian Geese decided to wander off, are savy little women, who nested in the copse that Fairy Island offers them. They’ve made a cave in brush so dense no hawk or owl can offend clustered in their self made roost. That’s where they all were huddled as I cursed the lurking hawk. That’s why they were ok. Beatrix would use them all for another round of tales.
We sat at on our deck last night and looked out to the gorge and there they were, that Flock of Five waddling up the verge to wish us a good night. I am so glad that they have found their happy spot in fairy land.
The Great Big Grand Delighted News is that The Roamers and The Wizard claimed his Title yesterday!!! Always undeniably A Champion we always knew. But yesterday the world give proof. Thank you Goddess Roamer for shampooing him to glow before that judge who watched The Gleaming Wizard and his Roamer Lord do their dance inside that Ring and gifted them the crown of that last friggin Major. YIPPPEEEE I screamed. I am so proud. Here he is with Roamer Lord in current flawless form and there he is, the little form who grabbed my eternal soul side by side with Flock of Five and Ingredients of Feast.
Ta.
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