This morning I slipped out of bed, tripped on a small chunk of metal and heard it roll under the bed. I dropped to my knees and peered under my frame- it wasn’t a chunk of metal. It was a women’s ring. And it wasn’t mine.
Huh, I thought. Who’s been cheating on me with another woman?
I snapped a pic of the ring. It was the housekeeper’s.
Last week the doorbell rang midday. Like an idiot, I happened to be home. I crept to the door. It was a delivery woman holding a giant bouquet of flowers.
She passed me a hand drawn envelope. Oh dear, my ex wanted me back. I set the flowers on the entry table.
I didn’t even out them in water.
Last week, I got home from a day out with my daughter and my moving boxes were delivered. It was pouring rain.
Last night, I got home from a day at the pool with my daughter. My chickens were sitting, like eagles, on the back fence.
Last night, my daughter and I were doing some after dinner shenanigans when two chickens almost walked in the back door.
I wonder form time to time: who is running this house?
I decide to start a literary salon in my living room. I have to move there first. But I start looking to hire a fortune teller.
My daughter is having corn on the cobb with her dinner.
I move fast and also remember sometimes to move slowly.
After all, it is July.
