While I sit here & write, Abigail is on the floor behind me, negotiating the shrink wrap on one of my cds.  My cd has become a toy on the floor.  I ordered 1000 cds when I recorded it in 2003 and I've managed to sell or give away a good 5 or 600 of them.  In that, I feel relatively successful.  It does not upset me in the least that my cd has become a toy.  It actually gives me warms & fuzzies.  :) 

What it represents to me is that she doesn't have a clue about who I was before she came along and she just sees me as mom.  I have a clean slate.  I love that more than anything because I have nothing to prove to her except that I am mommy and that I will always, always be there to snuggle her and guide her in a peaceful, loving direction. 

As I pause to wipe the long messy boog from Abigail's nose & grab the guitar pick out of her mouth-bound hand on this peacefully overcast morning, I think, I am a success, and I have the rest of my life to develop my legacy. No hurry.

Abigail & I went to Laurelville today to visit my brother's new property.  He was mowing swaths of land for paths and such with a mower he's "trying out".  He told me the story about how he was looking on craigslist for a mower and ended up running into a scammer from another country when he replied to an ad.  The light of the story, though, was that he was introduced to a brand of mowers he'd never heard of (nor I, and I can't remember the name now), and he seemed very happy with its performance.  He looked happy up there on his hill.

On our way home we stopped at a local apple stop & bought a 1/2 peck of apples and a gallon of cider.  Little things like that bring random bits of joy into a home.  I am officially ready for fall.