I wanted to enjoy the early evening weather in my courtyard. I recently discovered how cozy the roots to the giant ficus tree are for shade lounging. The Spanish fountain seven feet away makes a better ambient sound than any of my Pandora stations. And, matter is, it’ll too soon be too hot to enjoy the pre-sunset air…. I wanted to write a letter of love, a love letter of sorts, to a young woman, almost half my age, who recently passed through a notable young-adult milestone… High school graduation. I vividly remember mine.
Well, Edie wasn’t as on board with my romantic and winsome ideals. Case in point….
I am such the sucker. I shudder to think of what Edie’s trainer would have to say; she’s definitely got me wrapped around her dew claws. Oh well… more Chardonnay. The cheap kind, of course. My boyfriends who are willing to spend $$ on the nice variety are currently of the ex-variety. But, because I’m currently single, I can spend all evening snuggling with this little lover! All I have to do is pat her head, rub her belly, and scratch her little bum for her to be happy tonight. That’s much less work than stroking a middle-aged man’s ego.