What a day. Mostly good, because there was so much pink involved. I got a sparkly pink pedicure, and pink-tinged French manicure. I wore my new pink Anthro sweater, a tiny little thing with silver flower buttons. Tonight I will dance in pink.<\/p>\n
I am preparing for my birthday. But one bad thing, not at all pink: I got into a red rage with a close friend. Terrible. <\/p>\n
I was on my way to pick up Nat, and this thing just erupted, all while on my pink cell phone. I was pink-cheeked and swollen-eyed by the time I got to the House. But seeing Nat made me feel much better. That, and listening to Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon.<\/span> A friend of Ben’s had borrowed it (!) and gave it back to me at pick-up at the school. My Arabic CDs were in my Baby Bellies bag, so I had some slots left in my CD player, so in it went. My car filled with unbelievable music. Nat LOVED it. I played the song Dark Side<\/span> three times. All that you love, all that you hate… All that you slight, and everyone you fight…Went along excruciatingly, flamingly well with my recent argument. Sigh.<\/p>\n So when we got to the song, Up up up up up up up up And Down down down down down down down down… And after all, we’re only round and round and round and round and round… “You want to hear this.”<\/p>\n “Who wants to hear this?”<\/p>\n “I want to hear this.”<\/p>\n I. It’s something that is so necessary to know, and so difficult to teach. But my darling has finally mastered it. It’s like my pink Grandma used to say (the one who always wore pink, and who called me, “Darlink.” The fat one who was a Taurus and loved me to death. The one who, miles away in Florida, while near death, heard me saying, ‘Don’t die, Grandma. It’s too soon, too soon.’ And she didn’t. <\/span> She gave me the chance to come down there one more time and say good bye.)<\/p>\n Pink Grandma used to say, “Nothing’s wrong with him. He’s just a little slow.” And when I think about how happy a guy Nat is, where just a ride in my car makes him grin his cute head off, and there I go, zooming around, hanging up on people, crashing into things, making so many mistakes in my life, I think, well, maybe slow is a really great way to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What a day. Mostly good, because there was so much pink involved. I got a sparkly pink pedicure, and pink-tinged French manicure. I wore my new pink Anthro sweater, a tiny little thing with silver flower buttons. Tonight I will dance in pink. I am preparing for my birthday. But one bad thing, not at […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pSTth-6b","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=383"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
I was enunciating the words markedly so that Nat would really hear them. I had a feeling that he would especially like that one, because the words are so discernible and the concept is so stark. I was right. “You want to hear this, Nat, or should I turn it off?”<\/p>\n