"it aint me you're looking for, babe."

im sitting on a lovely tweedy couch. tea in my belly. tea in my bladder. ive been writing a lot on paper. processing emotions. pushing my mum to find herself. if you can do such a thing. my grandma turned seventy yesterday. much fanfare was had. this morning, when i had to leave. i almost bawled my eyes out. back in vancouver. listening to the soundtrack from walk the line. boy #3 on christmas eve delivered. its nice to have my body wanted. desperately. and treated like sexual royalty. very nice. off to drink more tea. eat homemade salsa. and later whip up a pot of lentil soup. did i say that its so nice being "home" with the lovelies?