The auction for the rat has ended. I sort of nervously await confirmation that the winner has made the donation so I can pack and ship him. Aubrey tends to want to tease me by saying things like, "Hey Mom, I guess you shipped the Neil rat. I see it's gone from the gallery." and "I didn't realize the Neil rat has only one ear." and such.
I have only myself to blame.
Yesterday I had to pry myself from the studio to run errands. Orion wanted to wear his Jedi cape and of course I let him and he got smiles everywhere we went.
We don't make a deal about Santa around here, or the Easter bunny, or the tooth fairy. We give presents at Christmas and tomorrow the grandparents will give chocolate bunnies and eggs filled with money. (there's no good answer to that one) We may spirit away little teeth left under pillows and put them away for someday. We may leave shiny coins but we won't talk about the Tooth Fairy because that's just plain scary. At least in these modern days we don't have to contend with those elves that fix our shoes...
But, One Day Orion will figure out that Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader, likely well before he can understand that wide stripe of gray between 'good' and 'evil'.
I was to pick Aubrey up tonight from her friend's party. I left a bit early, setting off in the opposite direction. I knew what I wanted. Driving at night with the windows down, listening to music I love with one of the biggest, most beautiful moons ever riding shotgun----that's a recharge. I highly recommend it.