Well I'm trying to recover from the feeling of sadness. No not Mema, I don't think that will go away for a while. I'm talking about that other national tragedy, the one I'm sure you're all feeling. Nina Flowers being denied the title of America's Next Drag Superstar on RuPaul's Drag Race. I know what you're thinking, there's nothing that can make me feel better after that disappointment. I mean Miss Bebe was fierce, but if you want to see a dolled up lounge singer who you suspect is a man, you can always go to a Celine Dion concert.
Right now I'm relaxing outside with a glass of red wine. It's like 10:30 at night, and I spent the whole day doing yardwork and cleaning the house. I made a fire in the fire pit and it feels good. Gregg's upstairs watching TV I guess and it's just me and The Boys out here by the fire. Since we put laminate floors in the baby's room there are rolls of carpet stacked out here on the patio. For some reason Chase is very busy dragging a roll out of the pile, then getting another one and dragging it out too. Don't ask me, I have no idea what goes through that canine brain of his. He's in project mode, and as long as he's not wearing his "Dark Destroyer" costume I'll leave him alone. Ripley is, as usual, laying beside my chair, one eye on Chase wondering what the hell he's doing. Stars are out tonight and the Big Dipper is right over me. For the last few days Gregg and I have been on edge. With only three days left until Sabrina's birth, she could come at any time. We jump every time the phone rings. All day as I started each project I'd think, are you sure this is what you should be doing? Is there something Finster related that should be done first? What if she calls while you're trimming the bushes...will there by time to clean it all up? It's such a strange feeling. We are actually held hostage to the hours of the pet hotel at Petsmart. If that's not open, we can't leave. So a middle of the night call will have to wait until morning. I guess that's OK, because I'm not comfortable driving across the desert to California at night anyway. I just hope when the call does come we can get there in time to see her birth.
Tomorrow we're going to brunch with some of our gay friends. They're so much fun, and so totally into watching Project Baby come to fruition. I think it will be fun.
Time feels like it's standing still. Chase is scratching at the door, he's done moving carpet rolls, and as the fire's going out it's a good time to go inside. Don't worry, we'll get to the nursery pictures soon enough. For now, a feeling of great change is upon this house.