The moving truck broke down. Our stuff doesn’t get to Austin until Thursday. We’re sleeping on the Aero Bed with one top sheet and an old mover blanket they use to wrap furniture. There’s no television, no cable, no Internet. The Suitor turns to me last night, at 10:30 PM, and says, "So what the hell did people do before there was electricity?"
"They knit or read." I don’t remember the last time I did either without something else going on, the radio, the television, something.
"I have to wake up early anyway," he said before rolling over. They had sex, I thought in our bedtime silence, and they moaned loudly, but I didn’t say it or else he’d want to have sex. Lately I’ve been too ass-slapped by the sun to think about slapping anyone else’s ass.
Yesterday we went to a park and walked around near fresh springs when The Suitor asked me, "Do you know what we are?"
"We’re outdoorsy." That’s when we, both in our flip-flops, decided we’d need to keep an extra set of sneakers, shorts, and bathing suits in the backs of each of our cars. Sunblock for certain (even my scalp is burnt). Then we proceeded to walk some more. There was some crazy talk about purchasing a plant for our terrace. "It’s a wonder Linus has survived," I reminded him of my ability to murder everything living which surrounds me. "How about a bamboo area rug?" I suggested instead. So along with the bamboo rug and salad bowl, we toted home some Whole Foods loverliness for the grillin’. We’re officially suburban now, excluding the 1.5 children. Gynecologist appointment tomorrow, as I still have no period. You’re welcome for sharing. Speaking of sharing. Holy shit. I discovered something phenomenal: whipped honey. I am not getting paid to say this. I promise you’ll love this stuff. LOVE. I ate probably too much with my finger, straight from the jar, then drizzled mine (lemon flavored) over Florida stone crabs and steamed broccoli. You can melt it on green beans, asparagus, anything a kid is afraid of, including the doctor. Um, well. Anyway.