Saturday Morning. Finished Flash Burnout yesterday. I was moping because it was over. Josh asked me if he should buy my flowers. He was only kidding in part. He gets it. Some books are like that. Looking forward to writing in my own book today. It’s nice to feel inspired. Now, on with the alphabet games!
K is for Kissing. It’s so fun. Still.
L is for Love. Because it makes the world good. Like the movie says: “Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around.” – Prime Minister, Love Actually
M is for Mugele. It’s MYOO-gull. Not muggle. Though, in its way, muggle is apt. I am not a wizard. Just call me Jody Sparks.
N is for Navy blue nights. Like in college when Josh and I would stay out past curfew walking the Tennessee hills; and it was so easy to feel flawless; and it was so easy to fall in love.
O is for Ocean. When we lived in Half Moon Bay, in a tiny basement apartment raising two squirmy kids, I would press my face to the glass of one of the windows farthest West, straining to catch a glimpse of the Pacific Ocean. If the trees at least stood still, I had an ocean view. And that made the other sacrifices worth it.