Signs signs everywhere there’s signs
Strange week but good weekend.
My Maddie’s birthday just passed. She was born 29 years ago. How would I be a mom of a near-30-something?!
It was also five years ago that I nabbed Cocoa. Best thing I ever did. Wish I could save them all, but so glad it was her.
I miss those little ladies.
I heard a “Kadie” song this morning. “Apple bottom jeans. Boots with the furrrrrr.” Kadie had white boots.
I got to go to The Taylor Party in Fort Lauderdale Friday night. The DJ started off her set with the whole “It’s been a long time coming” that kicked off The Eras Tour. She even did the countdown from 13 seconds.
I cried. Literally so starved for Taylor and livestreams and, yes, concerts themselves.
The first song the DJ played was, of course, “Miss Americana.” I had sung that to Cocoa on her way off this mortal coil. It’s you and me, that’s my whole world.
Speaking of my whole world, yesterday I asked to see a fat Robin. No luck. But I did go get a smoothie and left. Ran back for something and two tiny robins were sitting outside the door.
I also heard “Mambo Italiano” twice. Or, the Dumbo Italiano song. I can still hear Momma calling everyone that.
Heard “Lying Eyes” today too. She hated that song.
Someone had called her and played it over the phone when she was pregnant with me. At first she thought it was someone she loved and did not get pregnant to, DK.
I am named after him.
In any event, she always wondered whether it were really her best friend who did that prank with the song. She’s done some evil shit so it makes sense. I think of it every time her friend texts me.
Anyway. Play it for the dumb hunkie, not me.
Also, I’ve been seeing Grammy’s lucky 619 number a bunch.
Maybe there are even more signs. But after a long time without them, it feels good to be surrounded.