Female

Divina and I visitied a plant nursery. It was different. Way too many plants and a winding path throughout. It was more like a labyrinth than a store. And there were chickens. Three chickens. Divina really enjoyed finding them and laughing as they hid behind plants and pots. They were the fancy kind and Divina described them like this "Look at them! Fuzzy hair!" Then appeared the man that runs the place. A bald, dark complected man with an accent that I couldn't identify. Maybe I was a little more friendly than I would be if he were a toad, but I'm not dead.

Recently, after watching "What the Bleep Do We Know", I've been in touch with how we, humans, know stuff that we don't know we know...how we pick up information from our environments without really processing it on a conscious level. I think Divina tapped into that energy today, because I was holding her on my hip, talking to the man, and she kept pulling my shirt open and peeking down at mine boobies. Later she did it again, but pulled my shirt to expose my shoulder. What to do, what to do? The man did notice this and just smiled. It was harmless and funny and Mark thought so, too.

Mark tells me that he thinks I'm beautiful. I see myself aging, my body shifting. I think Mark is either (1) humoring me or (2) genuinely blinded by love. Maybe both. Still it's nice to be reminded, by an uninvested party, that I am female.

Photo: Fuji Apple Smile