We had another one of those really good mornings. I’m left smiling. Yes, I bought one Christmas ornament…that’s how the Christmas ornament mess all started, you know.
He went off to the museum, and the phone began ringing. Nothing about Mikey, but Lessa and Lenora began tag teaming me on the telephone.
“I got it,” started Lessa. She found the quilt I made for MJ.
“She got all but the fabrics,” her sister told me.
“I didn’t need the really big truck,” Lessa said in another call.
I ate chocolate while finishing a Bujold and sewing. I felt guilty about the chocolate.
Lessa’s appearance at the old site must have stirred up something last week. She showed up with an army of helpers and a giant truck yesterday to find the place trashed, her belongings shredded, two cars missing, and her motorcycle wrecked and cut up.
They kept calling me. I kept answering until G returned and we headed off to Petco Park to pick up Pete….oh, I have missed his acerbic comments on life. Dinner with Pete at Brian’s was a perfect tying together of the day for me.
After dinner, G fed Don’s kitty while I waited in the car. She still stayed in the bedroom ignoring the blandishments of “Fancy Feast.” Today I will try sitting on the steps outside Don-the-vacationer’s apartment so the kitty can hear my voice.
When we got home, there was Lessa….and there I was telling her what a monumental act she just did. Major, huge, brave, and final. She walked onto a site where she was repeatedly beaten to a pulp to regain some small portions of her past, and she did it.