Wish I May (wish I might)
My favorite human, my person, turns double nickels today, and we took the opportunity to step away from chores and daily grinding and head to her favorite place: the cabin.
The drive here was different this time. We haven’t been here since our friends the Kims travelled this route in December as two, but came back home just one. I have not been able to speak of it because the depth of its wrongness. It ain’t, and never will be, right. We turned off the podcast so we’d approach the specific place where it happened, in total solemnity and silence. Heartache isn’t the right word. Pain, like the road laid out before us, centered itself in my chest and spun its knife.
This isn’t where I was going when I started this post. But isn’t that the way if we just let the story unfold like we’re sitting here drinking coffee together?
We’ll be back at Indianhead tonight, the site of these boozy grasshopper and Cadillac drinks above. I think we’ll raise one to these two tonight, to not only celebrate them but I’m honor of my beautiful double nickel gal.
Happy birthday sweetie. I love you forever.
The last time I posted it was April 1, and I’ve been trying like heck since May 1 to just sit down and write. Being out of the habit means building one again, and that, well it’s never come naturally to me. But this morning I woke up, googled how to post something using my app alone (I didn’t bring a computer on this boondoggle) and decided to steal a few moments to say hello to you.
As to not dig into sweeties birthday time longer than needed, I’ll simply say a few things I’ve been meaning to say. Take action if you’d like, don’t if it doesn’t move you. Either way, more coming BEFORE June 1. Swear.
Rhubarb season is here. I’m planning on firing up the oven and doing something with it. Could be pie, could be little breakfast breads. Might be something totally new. It’s just my favorite. If you’ve got rhubarb to share, I’d love help put it to use.
Starting this coming Thursday, May 8, I will be in clinic all summer long. Every Thursday from now until mid-August you’ll find me at the DeRusha Clinic at Northwestern Health Sciences University. Massages are $40 (for 60 minutes) and I would LOVE to see you and offer you some down time and care on my table. Come. Call.
When I get back home, I’ll be closing down Pie & Mighty entirely. Yes, we still have over $30k in loans, but those are MY loans now. Pie won’t pay for them. You might be surprised to know all this time I’ve held my foot in the door to keep the dream, the possibility, open. But now my foot hurts. And when I see the logo here and in other places, it just hurts like that knife I mentioned earlier. It doesn’t have to be like that. Life is too damn short.
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