I want one of these so fucking bad…

softer than silk
and as warm as warm milk
light as air embracing the sky
blossom’s nobleisse
as it’s waiting for her kiss
Pannonica my butterfly

like the lovely flowers
I’ll wait for hours
just to feel that touch
the touch that I love so much
one day she’ll flutter by
I’ll hold out my hand
and capture that butterfly

delicate things
such as butterfly wings
poets can’t describe though they try
love played a tune
when she stepped from her cocoon
Pannonica my lovely
lovely little butterfly
lovely butterfly

tune of Pannonica, Monk
lyrics loosely remembered, Jon Hendricks

wynton, thelonious, and louis.
sigh.

ah…and harry    

star turtle was weird and sucked rocks…a little.  but oh boy, do I still ever love she… yes indeedy.

the new carpet is in…thick, somewhat curly olive, more than plush, not quite shag.  we’re coming up on 2 years in one house, a record for us.  so, I guess we can begin settling in.  this is our fifth house.  surely it will not be the last, but we want to at least stay through the grade school years…changing schools is just so difficult, something the oldest is just recovering from.  too bad he’s the one we cut our teeth on.  I think the oldest is the hardest place to be…but then, I am the oldest.

just a few more days till the daveno’s delivered.  the material feels like suede;  I think they call it microfibre.  it’s the 2 cushion version of this:

then there’s the wingback chair and ottoman in this pattern (more tomato than burgundy, more teal than navy):

we may have to rethink the room color.  it was supposed to be a dusty midnight blue.  now I’m thinking battleship gray.  the drapes are khaki and the woodwork is white.  the furniture legs are mahogany, the table is cherry, and the japanese screen is oakish natural.

incidentally, this is the tv room… we compromised.  he wanted wall to wall, I wanted area rugs.  SO, we bought nice carpet, had the edges bound and laid it over the wood floors (think hundred year old distressed barn, EEEK) in the sitting room and the family room.  with the thick carpet pad underneath, it feels like walking on springtime tundra.  I won’t even need a yoga mat anymore…provided I can keep the cat from barfing directly onto it.  in fact it’s so soft the kids are preferring the floor to the furniture. 

in addition to the downstairs, area carpet was added to the kids’ rooms as well.   mmmmmm…plushy toe surfaces.  the former tv room accoutrements (velvet futon and chair) will be relegated to the room of the boy, where they will serve as guest quarters and secondary gaming/movie seating.  the bedrooms upstairs are HUGE, two thirds the size of the footprint of entire house.

while we were waiting for the carpet to arrive, the man built cabinets into the bathroom and the laundry room.  and there was much rejoicing (yaaaaaaaay).

I realize this is totally boring…let’s just remember that this is my diary, m’kay?  PLUS, this will provide the backdrop for future stories of hot sex.

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it occurs to me that my new davenport looks an aweful lot like the thinking chair.  sigh… I miss Steve Burns and his bad bad hotness.  I’ll be your love-squirell, Steve.

Jeffrey

Bill Cosby has this monologue where he talks about an obnoxious toddler on an airplane, running all over the place…”my name is Jeffrey, I fo yeahs ol!”  then Jeffrey falls asleep just as the plane is touching down and the passengers take great pleasure in loudly telling Jeffrey goodye.

we were at a couple of furniture stores today…looking at sofas and chairs.  I know it’s boring but DAMN, the toddler was completely out of control the WHOLE TIME.  she was running, climbing, running, laughing…did I mention she was running?  DAG, I am tired.  anyway, we finally transacted and managed to contort her little body into the carseat (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) before we COMPLETELY lost our minds and snatched each other bald.

earlier, when we were still in the bribery stage, which doesn’t work, don’t bother, we told her we’d take her to greazy macs for dinner.  so there we are in the drive-thru, five minutes in the car and she is FALLING ASLEEP.

we mature grow’d ups took GREAT pleasure in turning around and saying, “GOODBYE JEFFREY”  “JEFFREY!!”  “JEFFREY JEFFREY JEFFREY!!” as she’d jerk and her little eyelids would pop open.  we were giggling like loons and DAMN if that didn’t feel good.