It's been raining, raining, raining. The other night we got 3 inches. And still it kept coming. Yesterday was the annual Dancing Rabbit Open House. Scotland County was under a flood watch, and highways A, MM and 15 were closed. We had six (count 'em, SIX!) intrepid guests. We spent most of the afternoon sitting on the Mercantile porch with a revolving group of Rabbits, watching the kids race through the mud puddles.
Eleven years ago today Kurt and I were married in our garden in Berkeley. Saying "yes" on Valentine's Day 1997 when he got down on one knee in a restaurant was probably the smartest decision I've ever made. At dinner tonight we were talking about how much we love our lives. He made me laugh when he said "you know, living in community can be a great big pain in the ass, with consensus, and neighbors, and getting along. But all in all it is just great. The two of us get to spend almost every day together (instead of the few hours after a long day of work when we lived in the city) and every day with you feels like a celebration." Yep. I love that man.
That's it for now. I think I'll go kiss him on the top of his bald little head.