boobirdsfly and I had planned to go out for brunch (her 10-2 rehearsal was adjusted to start at noon instead) but we slept in instead. We got up, and Boo made pancakes and I made scrambled eggs for breakfast.
She went off to rehearsal, and I read a book (Charles Yu's Third Rate Superhero, a gift from Boo; more on that in another post) and browsed the internet, and went for a run. I got back from my run just as she finished rehearsal, and she called me and invited me to come with her to go grocery-shopping. I agreed -- buying food is more fun with two -- and she came and got me.
We went to the library to pick up books, and over to a dollar store, and bought new bungee cords for Max's basket (Max is Boo's red Honda two-wheeler), and puttered around replacing the old cords, which were cracking and might have dumped the groceries. We scooted down to Lake Washington, in a winding, green, Indian Summerish afternoon. We parked Max, and walked by the lake, looking at rich-people's houses, and admiring the boats. We walked past the marina, with creaking docks and sailboat ropes, and Boo sighed "sounds like dinnertime and jammies," she said. I love her boat-girl aesthetic.
We stopped at the BluWater Leschi, and had a beer (well, one each) and shared a bowl of seviche. Yum. I got flirted with by a five-month-old baby at the next table, who thought my high-contrast eyebrows were the coolest thing ever, and would grin and giggle and crinkle her nose at me whenever I would wiggle them.
"She really likes you," said Boo.
"Just proves I'm not a monster," I said.
The baby's dad laughed. "Babies do have that spider-sense," he said.
We walked back to the scooter, and zipped back up the hill (Max works hard on the big Seattle hills with two of us on board), and went shopping. Slightly too much, and Max's newly-affixed basket was full, but we still had extra. I stowed half what was left in Boo's backpack (which I was wearing, being on the back of the bike and also because Boo's shoulders have been hurting a bit) and she put the rest between her ankles, and we rode down the hill. Max has probably never had quite so much on board at once. We got home just as the sun touched the Olympics, turning the sky a glowing smear of red, yellow, and blue.
Boo made dinner (a from-scratch curry!), and I finished the Charles Yu book. After dinner, we started Angels in America, which I'd never seen. I am amazed.
I am more and more loving and being loved by this woman. My life is good.