Saturday Morning Boyfriend-Robe!

You know, most people don’t know this, outside of my family and a couple close friends, but I had a boyfriend for a little while – up until the late spring. (I use the term “boyfriend” even though he was close to 70. It always seemed kind of funny to call him that.)

He was extremely private. I wasn’t allowed to talk about him & me, and I certainly couldn’t blog about him except in the most cryptic way.  But through the fall, winter, spring, up until May, we had a really nice thing. It never got too serious, because even when we met, he already knew he was planning to move to the other side of the world – which he did, indeed,  do.

One of the most incredible gifts he gave me, in the short time we knew each other, was the courage to buy this house. To move out here where I knew absolutely no one, and settle down, all by myself, with my beautiful cats.  It was a little frightening, you know, but he told me that he knew I was going to be really happy out here. So, I decided to believe him. I bought the house, and of course, every day now, I thank him for giving me that courage. Because he was so incredibly right. I am so happy out here in the wilds of Muskingum County. It is just the most incredible place.

Even the Mormon missionaries fell in love with this part of Ohio – and they came from Utah, which, if you have ever seen Utah, is just jaw-droppingly stunning. This part of Ohio only has a couple of actual cities in it (Zanesville – the ancestral home of the author Zane Grey, which, in my opinion, is ugly; and Coshocton, which is gorgeous), and everything else is just rural, farmland, teeny-weeny-tiny towns. But just beautiful. And very friendly people, even though 99% of them own a multitude of guns.

Anyway.

I didn’t buy him much in the way of gifts because he didn’t want me spending any money on him since, of course, I was buying a house. But one thing I did buy him was a blue flannel bathrobe for him to keep out here at the house for when he was staying over.

Well, the robe is still here, even though he is not.  And guess what, folks? Fall arrived. Like, overnight. It went from being in the 90s & humid for several days, to being 61 degrees Fahrenheit  & breezy when I got out of bed this morning at 5 A.M., with all the windows in the house still wide open!  And after today, the mornings will be in the low 50s.

And I thought, you know what? The robe is too big for me, but I always really liked it. It’s flannel and it’s cozy. And it’s not like he’s ever coming back to this part of the world.  So I decided to take it out of its museum- like setting (meaning: you know, every time I see it hanging in the closet, my mind still refers to it as “his robe” and so I don’t touch it).

Saturday morning boyfriend bathrobe, the first hint of fall!

Yes, that’s Jesus in the background – Christ Pantocrator, 6th Century, Mt. Sinai, to be exact! My very favorite image of Christ Pantocrator – of all time.

And in the foreground, on my dresser, is my portable Holy Communion kit that I got upon graduating from Divinity School. This ensures that I can have Holy Communion everywhere I go – if I so choose.

Yeah, and that’s me! Showing that much asked-for piece of leg. No make-up, about 7:30 this morning. I have to say that I think my hair looks really good and that is just my hair, you know – right out of bed, as it were. (The back is a bit of a gnarly mess, but you can’t see that part, so it doesn’t count.)

This morning was just sort of bittersweet. I just can’t believe the summer is gone. It still feels like it should be July – you know, all those boys of summer, still at the theater, and the missionaries stopping in every few days. The birds singing like crazy at dawn and fireflies filling the backyard at dusk.

But all of it is actually over.  All of it is gone. Fall is here and I’m doing some of the best writing of my life.  I tried not to cry about it this morning, but I wasn’t entirely successful. I don’t mean crying about doing some of the best writing of my life! I mean, crying about being so out of touch with just how quickly time is flying by.  That it’s fucking fall. How did that happen?

It is almost October, gang:

  • It’s been almost a year since Tom Petty died, which just seems staggering to me. The year flew so fast.
  • It is almost time for the annual Feast of St. Francis of Assisi (the patron saint of animals) – if you want to pray the solemn novena with the Franciscans, you can sign up for it here.
  • It’s almost time for the leaves to start changing, which means it is almost time for my mother to come visit me.
  • And it is almost time for my enormous maple tree in front of my house to start dropping a huge ton of colorful autumn leaves all over my neighbors’ front yards!!

I’m hoping they won’t hold that against me, because I’m sure as hell not going out to rake everyone’s front yards…

Overall, it’s just time to start moving indoors, closing windows, shutting out the world. On that note, I gotta get moving here, in general. There’s some writing to do. Hope you have a really good Saturday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting! See ya!

My birth mother, Cherie, and my great-grandmother, who I was lucky enough to meet before she died.

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