MY VACATION ON THE FLOOR
This afternoon Tucker and I headed to the store to pick up fixings for some veggie sandwiches. On the way, I suddenly developed a craving for hot enchilada sauce so we wound up going to see our "amigos" at our favorite Mexican restaurant instead. The grub was scrumptious, and I noticed one of our waiter amigos delivering a huge blended margarita to a portly old man; after he set it on the table in front of the man, our amigo tenderly patted the old man's shoulder. Watching this made me happy.

We've had a couple of days of beautiful weather, today . . . extraordinary. After our lunch of enchiladas we came home and headed to our parlour. Through our big windows: southern light, green grass, blue sky, tops of trees, icy mountains, and WARMTH. Warmth like I've never experienced in early February in Washington state. Concentrated glorious heat in our living room.

We took off our clothes and basked in the sunshine flooding into this new room we're only beginning to think of as ours. I laid on the floor on a yoga mat and was temporarily distracted by the sight of Tucker on the couch with his cock eyeing me from his thigh. But then I turned over on my belly with a pillow under my hips and belly and a blanket over my legs and the sun penetrating my back and arms and hair. It was quiet and I fell asleep feeling like I was on vacation -- that I'd arrived at a spot I'd picked out for its warmth and silence. I felt like I was at that perfect place you try to envision when you're doing a simple meditation . . . think of the most relaxing place imaginable . . . a sandy beach by the ocean or a warm fluffy cloud in heaven . . . I was THERE this afternoon. It was free and I was there. It was like the place you hear about in a warm foreign country, some alternative medicine place or a spa for rich people where you go to get away from troubles and to heal yourself. Yeah. I was THERE today on our living room floor with my hairy legs and the sound of a neighbor's escaped-from-recycling newspaper crinkling by our slightly-open sliding glass door.

The only extra thing I longed for was to be able to get up and walk outside and stand in our yard naked. But I felt completely certain that someday we will be able to do that.

I'm looking forward to spending a lot of warm time in our parlour, crashed out and comfortable and in various states of undress.
posted by Trixie at 2/09/2006 05:51:00 PM -