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Darling,
I worked hard all weekend. I am chasing winter. The little garden is all put away…plants pulled and composted, rakes and shovels stashed back in the garden shed. I placed the snow shovel at the front for easy access. I scheduled the tree trimmer guy for Thursday. The house painters still haven’t been back…rain, rain, rain. Last Tuesday the lightning wickedly snapped across the river. I was okay though.
And today I did have some fun. The little crabapple tree on the south side is now painted a delightful bluesky blue. It gives my yard an eerie outer-planetary look. I love it! But tonight it is cold…down to 35. I thought all of that manual labor would break my restless spirit. It didn’t.
Now I am trying to sleep. Remember two weeks ago when you called in the middle of the night needing the heat of my naked body to break you from the shakes. Well, now it is me needing you in the very worst way. But you are 1000s of miles away stuck in the Land of the Rising Sun.
I am piling myself with every blanket I have. Over the sheet I layered the blue-plaid comforter, then the one filled with pink roses, I even added my hand-woven yellow and maroon plaid blanket you bought for me that chilly night at the Pow Wow. Still it wasn’t enough. So I added the yellow blanket, my nephew’s helicopter comforter, and lastly your fuzzy black and gray moose coverlet. I like the softness of it. Now when I slip my body inside it is so heavy that it smashes me deep into the mattress. You know how you carefully hold your body over mine, when we are “together”, but that one time when you were exhausted or excited or whatever and you slipped and nearly suffocated me? It feels just like that. I like it. It feels like you are with me. I like the heaviness of you.
Come home baby! I can’t wait for Thursday night.
Love,
LaDean
