Quote of the day:
Her head cocked to the side. Darlin you just let me know what you want for toys, and we ll go get them. Well, all rightey then, she said, not much like Jim Carrey. I headed for the shower, one of our favorite places, and she came along, holding my damaged hand lovingly. During the soaping up and rinsing down, I remembered that she had taken a phone call in the morning. Hey, sweetness, I asked. Who was on the phone this morning? Oh! I m sorry Pooh, I totally forgot about it. I was bringing coffee, and then you were playing with my tits, and, well, you know... It was a Doctor Hanson up at the VA in Portland. She was going into surgery, and she asked if you would call her around lunchtime. I wrote down the number on the pad by the phone. You are amazing, Annie. Bullshit! Any fool can take a phone message. Besides, it good for me to write, so I don t forget how, ya know? Help me pick out some clothes and you can call while I m getting dressed, okay? Annie made her way into our closet, her movement guided by subtle tilts of her head to hear reflected sound and by reaching ahead to find landmarks. There was no way I was going to miss out on her getting dressed. I was infatuated with this little woman; I just couldn t get enough of her. I had promised to take her on a bike ride out into the Cascade Mountains today, and so we would be looking for warmish clothes to go under the riding leathers I d had a friend make for her as a surprise. Fall had already begun to descend on our little valley, and I expected temperatures in the 70 s, which meant 50 s in the mountains. A great time of year in the Rogue River valley, but cool on a motorcycle. It was a good thing she d gone shopping. I had learned a lot about clothes since Annie had come to me, in fact, I d added a second walk in closet off the master bedroom for my clothes and moved hers into my old one. The closest I d come to frustration since she d arrived had been the process of moving her clothes into the closet..