Cricket is having nightmares, running and yelping and growling at something…she has a little wolf in her, maybe she’s hunting a deer
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Today was an extremely emotional day for me, ending with me crying in my car. I wasn’t crying because something awful had happened in court on this day (though I have a few times in the past). There was just so much emotion and love in that court house, it was almost overwhelming. I had the adoption finalization for two of my children, sisters, ages 9 and 6. My 9 year-old, who is such a sweet and sensitive child, climbed into her adoptive mother’s lap and cried throughout the hearing. Her cute little chubby cheeks were red, and she was so worked up. Everyone in the court room, even the normally hard-nosed Judge and the deputies, had tears in their eyes or were crying. I was bawling. After the ceremony, the little girl said she was crying because “I’m happy to be adopted, but sad because me and my little sister lost our birth mother.”
And they lived happily ever after
Although I am single and alone on Valentines, I did get some love from my friends
So I’m doing my laundry at Fabulous Coin Laundry on N Federal (yesss it’s gay). I put my clothes in the dryer and walk across the street to Barnes & Nobles. I pluck Writer’s Digest & Writer’s Yearbook from the magazine rack and have a seat. I immediately notice this guy. He’s sitting on the floor Indian-style in one of the aisles, studiously typing on his laptop. He’s very cute, 50-ish, maybe 5’7, glasses, salt & pepper hair, yes please.
Maybe he’s lonely. Maybe he’s always wanted to co-parent two wild, bad-ass furry gremlins. Maybe he’s straight?
I walk to the bathroom and give myself a once-over, and don’t like what I see. I need a haircut. I haven’t been sleeping well and my eyes look tired, plus one of them is bigger than the other (a sure sign of sleep deprivation). I don’t feel cute and I don’t have that spark or energy that I would need to walk up and loom over this guy and introduce myself out of the blue…so that ain’t happenin.’ I scribble out a note saying hello with my blog address and a request to check it out after 7 p.m. (15 minutes from now). I pace back and forth for like 5 minutes until I decide on a young mother with a sleeping toddler who’s sitting at one of the tables reading a book. “Hello there, in the spirit of Valentine’s Day would you please give that man this note from me, once I am out of the store? ” She says she will and like my idol Sweet Brown I ran up outta there. Hopefully she wasn’t homophobic and didn’t just threw the note in the trash… Cupid hook me up please.
Maybe this guy is my soulmate but he’s super shy and insecure and maybe not real comfortable with his sexuality yet and has noticed how cute I am and wants me real bad and maybe he has just adopted a little Asian baby for us and maybe he’s working on his soon-to-be published novel that will catapult us to West Hollywood and maybe he has a washer and dryer at his house and maybe he has a sweet tooth and keeps his industrial size freezer fully stocked with Ben & Jerry’s and Haagen-Dazs. Plus he’s obviously limber and spry as he is observably able to sit in the floor for long stretches, no worry about a broken hip or anything like that.
Maybe he’s sweet and patient and kind. Maybe he’s the one.
Let me see, it’s Valentine’s Day….I have $23 in my checking and $19 cash. I would like to be treated to a nice dinner this evening, somewhere all romantic and whatnot, please and thank you…hmm. I have to do my laundry, clean underwear being a necessity on the dating scene, so that’s $16 at le laundromat. I have to get my hair cut, the hair on the sides of my head is sticking out everywhichaway, and they are predominantly grey…no, no, gots to go, $22. In good conscious I simply cannot go out on a date with $4 in my pocket, what should I do? Clean underwear is a tenet I live by, off to the washateria, maybe I can gel my hair down or bouffant it up into a beehive or something. Now I am simply waiting for a man to ask me out on date! and come get me and pay for dinner w/dessert…and maybe roses?