And I got a haircut today. I'm suddenly adding a long-expected trip to the holiday schedule, as if I didn't feel crazy enough. My grandmother died (it's OK, she hadn't been herself for years and it was time) last night, so we're convening for services in Idaho and Washington this weekend.
Meeting up with J, C, and M in Denver for the last part of our journey to Spokane. It's been years since I flew with my sister and I think it'll be the first time her husband has ever flown. Could be VERY interesting.
I'm not sure, yet, how I feel. Something's missing, and I don't know what it is.
She took the exit
long after the car keys disappeared.
She took her mischievous winks
and I think the ice cream is melting
but it doesn't matter.
She took those formal dinners--
china, crystal, polished impeccable silverware,
all in the appropriate line--
and I think the ice cream is melting
but it doesn't matter.
It was time to go, and the hostess is gone.