May 19th
Some very lucky person comes to my blog from Orange, Provence-Alpes-Cote d'Azur.
Wow. The name alone is sheer deliciousness. Every time I see it I'm carried away. Blue coasts. The Alps. Provence. Cloves, oranges, roast duck, rosemary, vineyards, honey and salt spray.
And then there's my morning, which was finding a tick on my shoulder, not realizing it was a tick, pulling at it until, of course, the body came off and the head remained buried in my skin.
Welcome to Kentucky.
Poor Kentucky, I do rag on this state. It's really not such a bad place to be. In her defense, I should confess that I hated Colorado for the first two years. I really did. I couldn't stand the dust, the vast brown landscape throughout much of the year-the green burns off mid summer, the housing developments, the vast stores, the commercial conformity, the hippy, back to nature, granola, rock climbing, skiing, camping mania.
Suffice to say I am just contrary and will dislike anything at first. So if I were forced to remain in Kentucky for two more years, I'm sure that I would come to love it. Unfortunately, I doubt I have that much time and consequently, the state will remain under appreciated.
Yesterday I bought a boat load of flowers. I have begonia, lobelia, something that looks like a tiny carnation, lemon basil, a green pepper plant and a German Johnson tomato. (Isn't that a charming name?)
Last night Keith and I watched "The Lovely Bones." I'd read the book and liked it well enough. I knew that the movie would be at times very difficult to watch, but I also was fairly sure that it would be redemptive in the end. I don't mind dark, so long as it ends in the light.
I was right, but holy crap.
(I'm going to spoil the movie for anyone who hasn't seen it, you are forewarned.)
The part at the end, where all the murdered girls are gathering under the green tree, to pass into the deeper heaven, that had me pretty much bawling my eyes out. My rib cage was heaving, that's how hard I was crying.
It's a visually beautiful movie, and well worth watching, but it's not an easy movie. I felt like I'd been through the emotional ringer when it ended, Keith and I both did.
May 20th
I can expect my period any time now for the next four days. After the twenty fourth, my period will be late, according to my last cycle. But not officially late, because my period usually always comes a few days later than the last month.
Also, we haven't heard anything further about the couple with the baby, which isn't too surprising. They couldn't really have been wanting to put their child up for adoption, it seemed too fantastical. And I don't know what to feel about that anyway; should I want two parents to give up their child? It seems perverse; I don't want to hope for their failure as parents. I want them to become better parents. But if they can't care for her and are going to neglect her, then that's a different story but it seems wrong to want it and I can honestly say that I don't. Thank goodness.
On a different note, the tick's head is still buried in my shoulder, presumably. Keith told me not to worry, that it would "bubble up and pop out." Which is a vivid description from such a usually unimaginative guy.
Lastly on the update front, I had a doctor's appointment yesterday and I told him about how we were waiting for August to be referred for fertility treatments, that I had tried to make an appointment for August but the fellow on the appointment line said he could only book them a week in advance.
The doctor got a little twinkle in his eye and said "How 'bout we tell a little fib? You should be in the referral system by Friday."
Hooray!
