Another Uber-Epic Saturday in the Ghetto

So last night was pretty interesting. I actually had to retreat into the apartment, which is usually the opposite of what I would prefer to do after being here all day. But we had company of sorts, Mama Dee and she was all liquored up. I am all for enjoying yourself after work, having a few drinks and even the occasional smoke. But Mama dee was for lack of a better word "Hammered". And the rollercoaster of her emotions was too much, so I let Chelle take point and handle Mama Dee. Two words: bad move. I went inside to watch TV and beg the headache that had developed from my primary exposure to Mama Dee to subside. It seemed like an eternity before I saw Chelle again, and when I did I knew just from the looks she gave me just to keep my lid closed for a while.
(If you choose to get buzzed, think about doing it in the privacy of your own home)
So I have enjoyed the peacefulness of today. I got to wake up beside the most beautiful woman in the world, drink coffee with her and even help pack her lunch today. Shortly after she left I went grocery shopping, washed and hung out clothes, made the hummingbirds new food, cleaned out the fridge, changed the bed linens, did the dishes, and vacuumed the apartment. I would rather be at work, but my employers won't allow me to return until my doctor's release me and they know for sure that I do not have to have surgery on my collarbaone which refuses to go back into place. I have a new respect for the spouse who stays at home and manages the household. You can get pretty bored living at either Lowe's foods, the clothesline, or the other end of the vacuum cleaner. Sometimes I have actually wanted the company of kids just to have some one to interact with. One day.
Things have been pretty decent lately, I only have to flip on the TV and watch a few minutes of the news on Iraq and Afgahnistan and know it could be so much worse. Life is mysterious, times change for people in the strangest manner. Sometimes you are ready, other times you are not. I just hope for those who read this they have some one to talk these things over with. Some one who knows them like no other. Some one who can help you make since of yourself. For me that person is Chelle, and I strive to do the same for her. In so many ways our lives, so seperate and different have moulded us to be perfect matches for one another. When I am able, I want to run with her again, arms flailing, until we collapse. And lying there in the cool grass, I will kiss her neck and face and tell her how much I trully love her.