Or without the GG as the case is this year. It’s okay. At this age I am pretty jaded about spending the “holiday” with my partner although make no mistake, if he were here we’d be grilling filet and having a fake log faaar in the faaarplace. And watching the Olympics.

But he’s not here, so I’m gonna heat up leftover (homemade) pizza and blahg and make a grock list for tomorrow morning. And watch the Olympics. Oh wait, are the Olympics still going? If not, I guess I’ll have to find Svengoolie but I think the Olympics are still going.

So we delivered the GG’s handmade cards and chocolates to the beach urchins on Thursday and yesterday I started thinking, “Hmmm, where’s mine?” I didn’t dwell on this, it just crossed my mind a couple times. By this morning, I had totally forgotten about it. An odd thing though. When I got up and made my way to the Water Closet, I passed the bookcase, as usual. But this time I actually NOTICED Trunky. I guess Trunky lives there these days but I don’t usually notice him.

So shower, etc., and I was working on word puzzles when text messages started coming in, as they do. One was from the GG to meeee saying, “I left something for you under Trunky.” Ohhhhh, *that’s* where my Valentine loot is.” And it’s probably why I noticed Trunky this morning because with a Valentine box of candy underneath him, he is a different height.

The first pic is of *one* of the interior pages of his handmade card. I love that he actually somehow found a RAINBOW series of feathers. WITH ALL SIX COLORS! (I actually think he has a stash of craft store feathers somewhere in his lair.) I clearly remember learning the color and order or the rainbow colors in kindergarten and have always been annoyed when some misguided person leaves one out (orange usually or sometimes purple). Or adds indigo. Nope. Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Purple. The thing about the million dollars illustrates his penchant for tracking down odd facts and/or making complex calculations. I’m not sure this is a typical Valentine sentiment but it’s how the GG rolls and so it suits me fine.

Fun fact: My dad was a banker and on one of his trips to the federal reserve in Minnesota (I think), he was handed a million dollars. Just to hold for a minute, I mean. I don’t know what the denomination of the bills making up the million were or how much they weighed.

Last but not least is a photo of Trunky on top of a messy bookcase in the messy “master” bedroom, if you can call it that. It’s small but what the heck, all I ever do in there is sleep. Trunky technically belongs to mouse but like many entities from her very creative childhood, he lives here. He even has some money in him. Mouse used to regularly empty him and give the coins to me to trade for bills.

Years ago when the beach urchins were in middle and high school and doing theatre productions and I was the theatre guild administrator, Valentine’s Day fell during “tech week” of our February play. Because I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, the Landfill ran completely out of toilet paper, like there was ONLY the roll on the holder. Okay. This cannot be. I schlepped over to Kroger to buy TOILET PAPER and found the aisles crowded with drunk looking men grabbing candy, cards, and flowers left and right. Oh! It’s Valentine’s Day. I better get movin’.

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