Mi Valentino

His name is Ernest. I made him up, out of cardboard and a chocolate box. His heart is aflame for me.

A Winter's Midday Dream

This weekend there was a picnic in this yard. A couple days after, snow fell. Texas weather forgot to take it's bipolar pills.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow Katy Day, Kristin Ponsonby, Cara Kanavel, and I have huddled up in the Fulton house. There has been a lot of lady activities happening: cooking, lady-targeted movies, arts and crafts (included but not limited to scrap booking, dressing up, sewing, knitting, and creative wordplay rambling).

Cabin fever is yet to set in, but I feel it coming. Soon I will be Mrs. Fitzgerald with book upon book inspired by me. The crazy neurotic lady character with schizo episodes in which the man intervenes, snapping me back to temporary stability. And I'll be married to a man who looks like Ryan Gosling with floppy hair parted in the middle. Social status will rule my world, and I'll wear my flower clip and pigeon feather in my hair at every party.

Katy and Cara are country dancing to Johnny Cash. Time to join!