Another weekend ends
My neighbor went fishing and brought over some clean trout this evening for us. He said that the bayou he fishes in has not seen any oil yet and that, fingers crossed, it might not. Meanwhile I saw some huge fish jumping out of the bayou today. I saw a great tee in an antique store on Magazine Street with an oil coated pelican that said “I want my life back.”
Right now the temperature is possibly 85 degrees outside. Tin is asleep for the night having gone to sleep with a smile on his face as he said goodnight to the photograph of Loca on the beach.
I told T about the broken angel and she reassured me by saying that nothing in our life is perfect and that is true. The first birthday cake she bought me had a slice eaten already. It’s just the way we roll.
But the weekend is over – how can that be? We went here, we did this, we ate that, we laughed, we cried, we slept, we thought, we loved, we lost, we gained. One weekend and it is over.
Tomorrow is a brand new week. Let’s hope the good news just keeps rolling in.