08/19/2026
Johnny drove us to his dentist appointment half an hour away the other day. Then he drove us to the farm this past weekend. He asked if he could drive to boxing last evening but I said no to that. Justin said he'll be fine. But there's so much traffic in town that time of day, and a bad turn to make. We'll get there! I'll get there:)
We are still down to one vehicle. I have kind of loved driving Justin to work this week. The sun is slow to wake up across the road from us in the mornings. It peeks up over up over the mountain across from the house like it's barely pulling down the covers to it's nose. It opens one shining eye. Is the world ready? All the creatures sing and croak and buzz- yes! We are ready!
We pass the huge clump of purple salvia on our way out the front door, a dozen bumblebees hovering and tiptoeing up into the purple blossoms growing on spires.
Justin says I drive like Cruella Deville when I have an open mug of coffee in my hand in the morning. I tell him- and who called me after spinning around on their side on 81 in the dark in the rain a few weeks ago? It wasn't me!
He says, too soon, Juli, too soon, and his eyes squint into a laugh and he sips on his coffee. It's in a travel mug, with a lid.
My mug is blue fine china from Tiffany's. Yes, Tiffany's!
He had gotten out a Tiffany blue box, a big one!, on our anniversary a few years ago. I couldn't believe it. Whatever was in that box I told him, was too expensive! He looked so pleased with himself. Then I opened it, and it was a coffee mug! He laughed so hard. But he makes coffee every morning for me and pours it into that mug. I hold it with one hand and drive with the other, every morning. Like Cruella Deville, or so I've been told.
