Happy birthday, Ginger Belle

I spent the evening on Tequila Hill again–it was Chelle’s birthday. Rick and Shay cooked. Chelle and I drank wine on the deck and talked. Moo kept us laughing. Robin appeared in FaceTime. It was a full evening.

We drank wine, had dinner. Eventually the sun went down, and the nearly full moon came out. We opened the champagne, because that is what you do when it’s a beautiful night and the moon is out.

We sat on the deck and drank some more wine and talked until people started going to sleep.

Later I came home, sat on the patio in the dark with one last glass of wine and watched the moon cross the sky for a while. Wish I had a cigarette. Still.

I said good-night/good morning to some people, and to absent loved ones and then I started writing.

It was a good night.

The moon is going behind the trees now.

The stars are getting brighter.

Things are what they are, and I am happy.

I am a little worried about vampires, as usual, but it’s such a beautiful night that vampires won’t chase me in the house quite yet.

Maybe I will wait for the moon.

Happy birthday, Chelle. Love you!