All Alone

I just tried really hard to write a poem to communicate these thoughts but it was just not happening. Maybe next time. So what I was going to say....

Peter worked 12 hours today and I haven't seen him since he left. When he came home, I was hanging out with sister and brother- t&j and therefore, missed him. He was only home long enough to eat something and load up his bike. He's gone again. You see, tomorrow is the opening of the season. Dove season. There will be lots and lots of dove flying around and for those who fancy the idea, they can shoot them. Yes, you guessed it, Peter fancies the idea. It is best to go right in the beginning of the season because there are the most (duh) and they are the stupidest in the beginning. Apparently that's a word- spell check didn't get me. Survival of the fittest: all the doves fly about like they have all Spring and when they see their friends fall out of the sky in an unnatural way, they learn- Don't fly unless you want to die. There's some poetry I was looking for! So Peter drove out to the river to shoot. He will be there until Thursday night. 

Until then,

"I'm all alone; there's no one here besidesssssssss meeeeeeeee!" Anyone? Anyone?

Donkey, from Shrek.

Tomorrow I will be working on our wedding guest quilt with Grandma A and taking Mom school shopping. When did it switch from daughter school shopping to mother school shopping? Sad day.

xo, just l