Valentine's Day

It's appropriate that my previous post, one week ago, was about Valentine's Day. Today, a week later, is Valentine's Day. 

My partner Nuria walked into the living room this morning while I was at the computer. She carried a Valentine's Day card, an Olive Garden gift card, a jogging outfit (I wear them inside the house), and a pretty bag of Lindor dark chocolate strawberry truffles. 

I looked at them, then at her, and asked the obvious question. "Is it Valentine's Day?"

Really, I had forgotten all about it. I felt bad for a while. But that's typical of me these days. If I don't write it down, it goes into one ear and flies out the other ear. 

I'm sure Nuria was disappointed but she did a good job at hiding it. She's good about remembering to do little things for people. My friend Butch lives a few doors down the street. Nuria made him a plate of red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. She also made cupcakes for his daughter, who had to go to the hospital this morning. Butch was at the hospital with his daughter, and on the way back home he stopped by our house (Nuria and I) with a bouquet of flowers for Nuria. That is so much like Butch: always doing something, when I'm kicking myself, to make me kick myself a little harder. He handed Nuria the flowers and Nuria handed him the two small containers of cupcakes. Thanks, Butch ... I wasn't feeling bad enough. Oy.

I found a pretty song that I want to share. It's called To Build A Home.