Last night Sharaun and I laid in bed until 2am, talking.
Been a while since we’ve done that, actually. But sometimes the best time for just talking is when there’s not much else that’s doable (six months pregnant… remember?). When the mind is tired and everything else has already been thought about or talking about or watched or read or listened to. Being up so late and being tired and knowing I should be asleep but wanting to continue our conversation reminded me of way back when we were dating. Sharaun would sneak the phone into her room and we’d literally talk all night. Wasn’t all night last night or anything, but for an old man like me who has to wake up at 6:30am to fix some sprinklers before going into work… it’s close.
The weather has been so fantastic here lately. Warm, sunny. Things are green and budding. The grapes Keaton and I planted are already putting out nice thick growth and we’ll be training the strongest of them to wires this weekend. The fruit trees are all flowers and buds, aside from the orange tree which, despite showing strong growth and having a good healthy look, just doesn’t seem to want to flower. The blueberry starts we planted only a month ago are full of leaves and the raspberry a friend gifted me from his lot seems to be taking to its new home. Driving home from work today with the windows down I decided that I’m going to try and start biking to work again come Monday. I’m done saying I’m going to make it an everyday thing, I never have and obviously won’t… but I’ll do it again when I can.
I think it’s time to go to bed now. It’s dark and I seem to be done writing. Usually those are signs. In the end I’ll just noodle around online until Sharaun makes her move and end up following her. She mostly leads on the “time for bed” thing. And I’m still not writing right.