Not sleeping

I need to start a new blog. I am writing but although the text entry are saved they are in draft form.
Yesterday I volunteered at the Scholastic book fair at school. I've run 4 but not for 2 years. I enjoyed talking to the parents and kids in English and Spanish. I know so many of the titles and authors and really wanted to see what the latest are.

I came home tired but determined to make another batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. I gave Kirk AND Caro MY OTHER'S. I had the energy to mix and bake one doz. Then heated up the potatoes and carrots and sliced some of the left over corned beef from Mon. It may be the leanest I've ever had, I put the trimmings out on the deck with the chicken heart and whatever else was in the chicken when I poached it to make stock and they are gone in the morning. It could be possum which also eats things green or the feral patio cats which do not. Possum scare me. They look vicious, when in fact I was once attacked on my back by Brutus, the semi tame feral cat. I was watering and turned the hose on him. He terrorizes Lacy. She likes to sit in the window and look at him.


Kirk came over for dinner and we had left over corned beef and carrots and potatoes. It was the easiest of which I was glad because my back hurt. Afterwards we sat and talked about Japan and Libya and religion and outer worldly things. He is very well informed especially about things CA since his mom, Jane WAS A WRITER.
Then we spread out a sheet on the floor in front of the fire and covered with Connie's and aunt Francis afghans listened to Shirley McClain's meditation tape. We both floated off and dozen a bit. He came at 4 and stayed till 12 30 or so when I couldn't keep my eyes open after taking a muscle relaxer and a pain pill and doing the closed eye aligning of our chakras.

We talked about not seeing other people. And I'm really not too interested if I could have a bit more of his time and attention. He is a little order than I, born in the same year. He has not intention or desire to get married nor does he want to live with anyone. I know that. He only wants to see me once a week. I don't know if that is OK. I'm falling for him and I haven't felt this way in a very long time.
It's a bit scary and exposed.