Her plane should be departing for Oakland, right this minute. It's about a 2 hour flight. Then, she'll board a plane for home.
Two of the boxes of her things she shipped here arrived today. I've already put everything away.
The meatloaf she requested is already baked and cooling in the refrigerator.
My new curtains and quilt arrived today.
So did the flute: over a month late, dirty, damaged, with parts missing, stinking of mildew. Jees. I've wanted a new flute for twenty years, and got this?
I'm still waiting for today's mail. There may be other packages in it, too.
She has an entire new wardrobe, from socks on up. I'm waiting for earrings and some other jewelry, a few items of clothing and odds and ends.
The floors are clean. We're stocked up on everything. I took the trash out this morning. The dishes are washed. The animals are fed and watered.
Her bedroom is wonderful. I painted pink, Mexican-looking flowers on the corners of walls, up by the ceiling. They match the 4 flowers on the 4 panels of her lavendar, folding door, which is hung. 4 Chinese silk, embroidered panels are on the side facing the living room.
I made pink, tissue paper flowers to hide the hardware on the bracket I made to hang the door. The door way is festooned with pink flamingo party lights.
I got her lots of toys and models, too. She has a book, a movie I already sent to her sister's. She has jewelry boxes, new razors, hair gel, a huge lot of lipsticks.
She has pretty camisoles, to wear under the more sheer blouses I bought. She has three new dresses. She has about a dozen blouses and sweaters. She has three new vests and four new pairs of trousers.
She already got her Cashmere scarf, which I hand embroidered with her name in purple silk and real seed pearls.
Her room is cheery and bright, well-organized.
I bought her a radio-controlled, rollerscating doll.
She has a dozen pair of socks, with pretty designs woven into them.
She'll be here in seven hours.
I'm wearing my poodle skirt to the air port. I'll wear my pink sweater with silver sequins. I'll wear my white cotton bloomers and slip, plus my black tulle petticoat. And my pink high heeled sneaker/boots, of course.
I'll be wearing a Santa hat and carrying mistletoe.
The cab will be waiting outside baggage claim.
I'm planning to blind fold her and guide her into her room. I'll close the door, so she'll get the full effect before I remove the blind fold.
The Christmas tree in the front room is gorgeous.
This will be the first time in about ten years when I won't have to spend the Solstice, Christmas and New Year alone.
I have no plans. I'm just grateful to have this wonderful home, and her for my family.
I'm hungry and tired. I got busy, attending to last-minute details (plus the unexpectd and very large boxes to unpack). I forgot to eat breakfast, which I'll do when I finish here.
After the mail comes, I'll shower and attend to my hair (which I trimmed yesterday).
I have plenty of money left in the banks. I'm thinking of stopping for some little token to take to the airport with me.
I'm spending the majority of this day stretched out on the sofa, resting up for her return.
I'm very happy.
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