Caterwauling

Hanging at the HOA cookout today.

Good looking Swedish/Finnish guy starts talking to the people on grill patrol. Says:

“I don’t know how men have five, 10 wives. I have two women and I can’t take it anymore.”

All Fraggles and Doozers’ ears perk up. They ask how he got himself two!

He pulled out a fat wallet, bursting with dollars and euros.

No one:

Me: You need a third?

Twenty minutes later, as I’m still waiting for my Impossible Burger, everyone is still talking, “And then this younger girl asks if he wants a third!”

To be fair, I’ve never cared thing one about anyone’s wallet. It’s all about what’s in their hearts and heads.

But hey, he was kind of cute for a a septuagenarian.

And mom always tells me get us a husband. She didn’t say whose!

So I got to tell the person the thing.

Not in person. Via a dream.

I’ve gotten messages this way before. This was my first time sending one.

I just hope it was received.

Never thought the day would come that I couldn’t pick up a phone and talk to this person.

But I can send love and light and healing and information any old time I please.

I’ll never not care.

And I don’t need someone to be in my corner for me to be in theirs.

ETA: Whoa, I forgot I wrote this: