Ah...there is something so good about coming home from a hard day's work..
(and lordy, lordy...was it hard today...complete with an exploratory beginning interview where a mom called me a "fucketty fuck face" in front of her newly returned 4 year old daughter who had been taken away from her for 2 years for child abuse and neglect...she was furious with me because I used the word prerogative and told me to "can the fucking big ass words, bitch"...and yeah...after that we were DONE talking and I told her to leave and we might be able to revisit this conversation when she could speak respectfully to me...at which point she heaved her child on her hip and said, "bye cunt" and slammed out the door...yes, I do indeedy, boy howdy, fuckety fuckety love my job...)
I sat with a bowl of cream of rice in my lap and read Anne Lamott's new book, Some Assembly Required. After my dinner, I enjoyed a chocolate chip cookie and sat close to Bing on the sofa for a while canoodling and sharing our days.
Then, Bing showed me the exquisite 1953 Miramar candy dish that we discovered a few weekends ago at Goodwill. The one that cleaned up beautifully and is worth about 20 times what we paid for it. We decided to give it as a housewarming gift to Chloe, the daughter of a close friend who is just starting her professional editing life in New York and living in Brooklyn.
I have to say that life is not bad when there is a cool rain splashing down outside and I am in a warm, softly lit house with cream of rice and a Tate's chocolate chip cookie in my belly, reading a good book and watching Bing finish polishing up the Miramar candy dish.
Fuckety fuck...not bad t'all.