Caffeinate And Hope For The Best

I just dropped my phone behind this writing table of mine, trying to see what the date is. Then I could not bend down(frozen hip) nor use my foot to scoot my phone out, so I had to improvise a hook arm ( that sounds bad) maybe just a reaching tool sounds better. So I found a note pad and proceeded to flail. My thought was, I wish I were filming this, people need to see my pain!! and hilarity. I sit back at my station, (table) and begin. That is after I find an ice pack, for the hip, and sciatica cushion, (never believe getting older is fun) (funny, yes) Ready to type, then some update deletes about a paragraph, that, of course, I have not saved.
    This is my charmed life, that I write to you about on occasion, hope you learn, grow and just get a kick out of my pearls.
    This week, began with horrible, tragic news of my sons lifelong friends death. They grew up together, went to school together, roomed in college together, and he was a groomsman in Hart's wedding. Joe French, is a part of our memories forever. Thirty-two is a baby, and his death is senseless. My heart is broken for his family, for my son , and for Joe, not to be with us on earth anymore. My mom heart is crushed, I hope to find some words to share with Mrs. French, but they have not come to me yet. I wish that I did not know somewhat how she feels, but I do. I pray for shock, to comfort her right now. I hope she knows, that Joe was just Joe, and that was enough. We love him so much. Hart, Dustin and Justin, you shared a bond, that death can not take from you. Joe left you with that. Most people spend their lifetime wishing for lifelong friendships. You boys from Auburn ruled the world!
   All of June has been raining, I feel like I am in Paris in the spring, without the parks!! I need beautiful parks to stroll through in all seasons, with the smell of coffee and maybe a crepe nearby.
  I hate with a passion the cold of winter, but constant rain makes me a little damp in spirit. I harp on this, and then I look at my yard, it has never looked more beautiful. Even the weeds shine. I just need the heat, to bake the meanies out of me.
  The book I have been reading this month of showers, Is David Sedaris new book. I think it has Theft in the title, don't make me look it up! OK, hold on. Theft by Finding Diaries. It is very different, then his other books, yet he makes me laugh at the oddest things. I think he is my best friend, a relative and maybe my gay husband. Check it out.
   If you know anything about art, watercolors, you may know that rain messes with your drying time, humidity is not your friend, and I cannot paint unless the sun is shinning!! ( I know that must be a tick of some kind) So one I finished, that needs to be mailed, and two are ready to go, and I have been playing with color. Finding the right grey for the shingles of my childhood home, is personal and important. Plus I remember when Mr. Fewox put our roof on, so I want to do him justice with the roof color. I remember how many darling boys, I kissed on our front porch, knowing mom was looking out the window, waiting to turn the lights off and on, what is the color of that. The door was white, the brick was red, the ivy was green, but the young love or lust, that color? I may never finish this peace, I want to be tender to each stroke of the brush.
   And my last entry of this post, I was lucky to tune in to Cabaret on TV this am, thank you Jesus.
Bob Fosse rocks my world, and Liza, Joel were two of the most perfect entertainers for this deary June ending of the month. ( near the end) I feel so lucky to catch a good flick, and then its a musical and its 6AM!! with Jazz hands!! I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I have extended my arms, and hands all morning, thank you Mr. Fosse.
   Life is a Cabaret, even in the rain.