Without going too far, the deets are as such: he’s rather young, he might want kids. My kid-making days are in pre-retirement phase. This is kind of a huge
deal. Ethan and Maggie’s dad was 35 when I met him – so there is still a lot of time for that in his life. Still – musician, lives in Oakland, his career, his characteristics…it was a very promising beginning. Seems age really doesn’t matter, depending on the individual; I couldn’t get in anyone’s way about kids, though.
A late night spent picking VW parts, I opened the window to hear that glorious rain. I thought my night would be wonderful…yet it was so warm. I missed shivering under my blanket tent, reading the news.
I also discovered that I have a statue of Shiva Nataraja, which I find quite fitting: the dance of Shiva Nataraja “the purpose is to release the souls of all men from the snare of illusion”… so I put it on my Native American/ Buddhist altar. Why not add a little Hindu? Illusion = symbolism. Got that, CS? BE AWARE.
Today was the first day sin
ce Christmas Eve that both kids eventually were home. Ethan was at a friend’s house for all but 2-3 days of the 3 week vacation, Mags was around more, but not by too much. Meanwhile the creeks are rising something fierce, the trees are heavy with water and the earth is too soft in many places to support them. I love rain….this is my jam.
An excited week ahead of me, I hope. Can’t wait for my juvie days.
Pictures: Rainy Sunday
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