A Gift

Originally Posted Saturday, October 19, 2013

Early Polaroid.  This is when I got the idea for my Lonesomeville series.  I've had few good ideas since. 

I have no ideas today, and that is often a sure formula for disappointment.  My problem lies in my expectations.  If only I was more even keeled and adult about the weekend, but I'm not.  The weekend is a gift, a giant present all wrapped up in tissue and bows.  I'm always hoping the thing I wanted is inside, the thing I did not know I wanted, did not have the courage to hope for. 

Then. . . a pair of underwear, some pot holders, a box of cheap chocolates. 

It should be the waitress from last night.  That is what I dare not hope for, the pretty one with the gift for making you believe her smile is only for you.  Such beauty is daunting. 

Oh, yes.  Jensen Gin and Jack Rudy's Tonic with St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur, Lime, Juniper, and Coriander. 

But I was home early and in bed at the Elder Hostel hour.  Surely today will be surprising.