My landscape would be empty...

Greetings from mouse,

Well this morning mouse did something silly -- while the knee issue is still hanging on, mouse decided since Omega returns today, she'd try to sit on the floor.  

It's not that he requires mouse to sit at his feet -- he never has really.  The simple truth is she wants and desires to be at his feet.  Well, it didn't work out so well, getting down and up was beyond awkward.  And it hurt a good deal too.  Ugh.  

Of course, he phoned while mouse was lumbering to her feet with audible groans, forcing a confession about what she was up to.  He rebuked mouse harshly for attempting that.  It was too soon, her knee muscles are still tense from the fall and he had the audacity to remind mouse that she's not as young as she used to be.  GAH!

Really..now did he NEED to say that?

Not wanting to start an argument or discussion, mouse agreed it was silly to do but as she said that she was biting hard to hold back the tears. Those tears fell after hanging up, tho, even now she can't for the life of her explain why...Except that she'd love to be younger with him.   Maybe to turn back the clock.

For years mouse has mused that he could really read her mind, if he cared to.  A text came through soon after hanging up...

"No tears.  I love you."  And he sent a link to the song by Dean Martin, You Belong To Me.   The reply was musical,  Have I told you Lately that I love you, by Van Morrison .  He replied,  Fly Me to the Moon...Sinatra (of course).  Clearly the man is all over the Vegas Rat Pack thing...

This continued for a while...mouse can only assume that the crap table wasn't exciting or he was waiting for breakfast...there was a mental image mouse whipped up in her mind, seeing O with his blackberry in hand maybe sitting at a machine that he'll refuse to play,  just looking at his phone and smiling.

The final song he sent,  remarking that it was his heart...And again mouse cried...

Time in Bottle

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I'd like to do

Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever

If words could make wishes come true

I'd save every day like a treasure and then

Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do once you find them

I've looked around enough to know

That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes

And dreams that had never come true

The box would be empty except for the memory

Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do once you find them

I've looked around enough to know

That you're the one I want to go through time with

Really?! Jim Croce????  Did he have to go there...right to mouse's heart?  Can mouse just say that she can't wait for him to get home?  Sometimes music can express what we don't or can't say out loud.  

Song selection: Looks like Rain; John Perry Barlow