Don't you know what the night can do

I wasn't quick enough to take a photograph for you, but let me describe my perfect little evening. After dinner and some more shopping (seriously, this consumerism must end, it's making me all jittery), we came home and immediately planted ourselves on our little screened porch. It's unseasonably cool, not quite sweater weather, but a nice breeze reminds you that eventually autumn will be here.

The crickets and cicadas are working their nighttime musical magic. The cats are all sprawled out here with me, enjoying the cool floor.

I have an old white cat and a glass of wine nearby. I had purchased the wine many months ago, and was saving it for a special occasion. I had always thought it would be our first night in the house, but alas, right now seems more suitable. I'm only wishing for a hammock, some place where I could rock myself to sleep, as it's so very peaceful here, with only the glow of a light from our bedroom; that's where Cynical is, relaxing, each of in our own space for now, but near enough to know we are not alone.

I have found a little Jakob Dylan video on Youtube that is lulling me as I type. Earlier, along with my wine, I dined on some local blueberries, savoring each bite and thinking I was in pure heaven. I think I am there, in my own perfect, happy place, August 8, 2008.

By the way, today is my dad's 65th birthday; it's the first birthday we've ever spent apart. He's in Ireland, drinking a hard cider, I hope, thinking of me, as I am reminded of him.