Feeling the Luuurrrrrve.

Ok, all right, yee haw. It has not stopped raining for the past 48 hours, and I don't mean pretty glittery rain like in misty glades or mossy woods where elves and leprechauns frolic. I mean rain like diluvian rains. Epic rains. Biblical rains. More than once I've thought that maybe I should look up how much a cubit is anyway, just in case I get a sudden message about building an ark, and two by two, and so on.

A week ago, this would have depressed me greatly, but then, just about everything depressed me about a week ago. But not now, no sirree! Now, I am happy. "Rain? What rain?" I bluster jovially as I splash through town in my soaked jeans and swollen sneakers. "Umbrella? Doesn't work, har har! Nope, rusted shut after the unfortunate episode of frothy exploding yogurt in my bag." Do I care? No. I am just dandy, thanks. Want to know why?

I am feeling the luuuurrrrve. That's right, the luuuurrrrve. That's two degrees higher than love, that's how great luuuurrrrve is. Somebody gives you a hug? That's love. Somebody gives you a hug AND A NECK RUB? That's luuuurrrrve. Somebody wants to be your best friend forever? That's love. Somebody wants to be your dead dog? (**See comments from yesterday's post.) Well, we know what that is. That's luuuurrrrve.

Not only did I get a TON of hugs after my cry for help a few days ago (and thank you so much to all who sent me virtual love!), but you are NOT going to believe what's happened lately.

First, I went to a coffee shop yesterday and ordered a capuchino cappuchino capucchino (HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SPELL CAPPUCHINO?) cause I wanted to be fancy and treat myself for reading FOUR MONTHS of newspapers in one day. Well. That capuccino (argh! misspelled again!) came with a gorgeous white heart in the middle of the golden frothy foam on top. A heart! That's love! I was delighted, and sipped carefully so that by the time I finished the "frothy coffee beverage" the cute little foam heart WAS STILL THERE ON THE BOTTOM OF MY MUG!!! That's luuuurrrrve. Of course I didn't have my camera, but whatever. It's a luuuurrrrvely memory.

Then today I went to catch the bus to the archive, and as I stood there in a puddle waiting for the 114 to show up, guess what. It was my favorite 114, THE LOVE BUS. Well, that's what I call it, cause it's painted red and white and has hearts all over, and on the inside the driver stenciled all these messages like, "You might leave me, but you'll never forget me," "Love machine," and "If you say no you'll always wonder what you missed." Also, ""Come to me, mamita and let me love you all night long." And of course, he plays love songs all the time on his tape player. I luuuurrrrve the Love Bus. I'd ridden it back in September a few times, but I hadn't seen it in weeks! I did have my camera with me, but a Managua city bus isn't the sort of place you want to whip out a digital camera, so another beautiful memory from today.

And last, here's a little humiliating personal goal that I finally realized today, after something like 17 or 18 years of waiting. Back in middle school I was a geeky little girl, and going to school was a daily exercise in misery and embarrassment. As a result, I hated waking up in the morning. Except this one day. This one day, my clock radio rang at 7:01, just like it always did, and my FAVORITE SONG IN THE WORLD was playing. Cher. "If I Could Turn Back Time." Oh. My. God. I luuuurrrrved that song. I secretly dreamed of having a hot body and fantastic hair and wearing a scandalously skimpy outfit and singing while thousands of HOT SAILORS cheered me on. Actually, I still do. One day, when I miraculously sprout 7 inches and grow a pair of enormous bosoms. It'll happen. Anyway, I'm getting distracted. The personal goal I meant to tell you about was much more modest. You see, when that song started playing that morning back in what, 1989, 1990? I leapt out of bed so happy, and was in the greatest mood all day, and in my mind it was because of that song, right? So my personal goal was to wake up to that song again, but it couldn't be planned, see? It had to be a spontaneous miracle to count. Well, in all these years of waiting, not once. Not once! But this morning? This morning I got up, turned on my iTunes in my room on random (just like always), and GUESS WHAT.



Oh, it was a very good day, very good indeed.

Feel the luuuurrrve.