Last Hallowe'en, after yet another version of a "princess" costume got assembled, I suggested that she be a queen instead. For some reason it made me feel better. Why settle for princess when you can be a queen? I mean, if you are going to go trick or treating as royalty, you miles well go all the way! She agreed that a queen was way better and went with that. I'm not saying queens do not have their issues but at least they are less defined for us by popular culture and are more open to interpretation. This year, when she dressed up as a cat, I wondered out loud if she was a queen of cats. She dismissed this notion outright. "No way, I'm just a cat!"(Well, actually, she was going to be a butterfly cat but there were some technical issues) Put in my place, I realized with relief that the princess/queen spell had been broken and new ideas for costumes had finally deposed the monarchy.
I won't visit you this month. You won't call. I will raid your garden and you won't get any of the vegetables. I will make plans without telling you about them. We'll go to the store and not buy you one single thing. Whole books will be read and I will not tell you which ones. I will watch movies and not inform you. The nasturiums will ripen. Last month was different. I changed my schedule and took time off work to be with you. I dropped all kinds of plans for us to be together. You sent me messages, I received them. I picked up food that I thought you would like at the store and sent you pictures of every beautiful thing I saw. I sang with you. We watched the Great Canadian Baking Show. You chose the recipe for the garlic scape pesto and gave me instructions for making the gooseberry jam. I am in August without you. You are in July.
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