Taking it easy

I've decided to take it easy today. It's been busy like crazy for the past several weeks. Besides Sarah has a new piano and I like lstening to her play, sitting on the Beloved Back deck, having a glass of wine in The Mermaid Lounge while watching Fran's thousand shades of green dance. The weather is perfect too ... cool enough to have all of the windows open, which I love, but still hot enough to not really worry about clothes. A bunch of butterfies have escaped from somewhere and are conducting a not-so-hostile take over of Tybee Island. Suddenly, they are everywhere! We have almost as many butterflies as stopsigns on the island. There are five ... yellow, brown and gold, purple ... sitting in the Hibiscus plants right now. They add floating color to the sub-tropical foilage that sprinkles green everywhere on this clump of sand. A bluebird is sitting in the midst of geraniums that grow in the flower pots that decorate the deck. He seems content though a bit a bit concerned about Winston, the little gay dog, who has stolen a boot from one of Cassidy's several hundred Barbie dolls, and is chewing it while staring at the bird. I just got off the phone with my son Jeremy who was expecting me to show up in Athens at any minute. Georgia has a home game today and for his entire life that is what we do on Saterdays. But Marie, my brilliant daught-in-law is with him and they had a marvelous night though they're now both in recovery. Chelsea has to work so she's not going to make it either. I haven't heard from Kristen so she may or may not be there. Laying in bed last night, Sarah rolled over and her hand rested on my chest. It's hard to fall back asleep when that happens. So I didn't. There are things to do today. Kid things. Laurel has her first soccer game and she's the only girl on an all boy's team. I feel that I need to show my support against gender descrimination. Besides I can do this while holding Sarah's hand. And if everything goes right she'll be wearing the dress she wore last week to the Georgia game. I'm trying to tie it all together. Goddess is snoring at my feet. Winston, the little gay dog, jumps on her face trying to entice her to play. Goddess grows. The Bluebird flies away. Butterflies float. Waves crash in the distance on the shore. Choirs of birds have replaced the Cicada. I whisper a prayer of thanksgiving. "Dear God, thank you for High Definition television and that Sarah brought a 52 inch screen into our home so that I can watch the Beloved Dawgs of Georgia today." God doesn't respond. I take this as a good sign. Then I go crawl back in bed with Sarah.