Sunday, September 19, 2010

Not one but two babies, one before midnight, the other after. Beautiful, healthy, pink babies. They wanted to come out because the rain was soft and dreamy. And warm, like a warm shower from the sky. I walked around in my yard after I got home in the early dawn. I admit I was muttering but in a nice way.

Then my tenant woke me up with rap music coming through the floor. I detest rap music. Blech. I know, I'm not hip. Sorry. Rap music=dreck.


Beloved Snail said...

I can like rap, but probably not at the kind of moment you describe. Congratulations on the safe delivery.

beth coyote said...

Thanks, Beloved-I plan to go home tonight and become a poet/artist non-midwife. I transform as I walk in the door greeted by my cats in capes and long whiskers, candelabras lit.