blackberries in the house...

One - 
Blackberries appear, navy blue and plump, begging to be picked and eaten all along the trail to the lake
Two -
Girl likes school
Three -
He loves me
Four -
He loves me not...
Five - 
He loves me

I woke alone and drove up early today.  I sped on the freeways, navigated the winding side roads I've come to know and love.  I stopped at the bakery and expertly ordered the things I find most spectacular; carrot and blueberry muffins, apple pie burritos, cinnamon crisps.  I got to the house, opened the windows - I literally, just like in the story, The Night Before Christmas, in anticipation of Santa, "Opened the windows and threw up the sash..."   Excited about the arrival of my father to the lake house I bought almost a year ago in the mountains.    He's never been here yet and for good reason.   He's not been well and it's a hard drive and can be an inhospitable landscape for anyone under the  
weather.   But today he's coming.  
Count blessings once again...

He came.
We ate.
We spoke about and thought of the ones we love who exist far away from us.   We mentally brought them here,
We walked to the water.
We took a photograph to remind us.
We laughed, reminisced about lakes before this one and times gone by. 
We walked some more.
I effortlessly recounted my blessings as he left before darkness fell.

1) My daughter seems to be okay in school and thats huge...
2) My son is just the same as ever, but even better if possible; perfectly adorable, despite life...
3) We three found a home that we like and we moved into it...
4) My Dad survived cancer treatment and is doing well...
5) I am a decent juggler, doing okay with the hand life dealt me
6) I survived Crossfit this week, despite being lazy in regard to it all summer and I love it more then ever...
7) I have friends and family I cherish and admire far more then I can express...
8) My father was here and he loves me and I love him right back...
9) The sun is setting on the beautiful blue lake...
TEN

Ten is a toughie, because I feel this odd sense of emptiness or something along those lines.
Ten is - I don't have a designated "boyfriend".   (wtf)
Ten is pathetic.
Ten is a piece of  _rap.
Ten is a mistake
Ten is possibly a blessing in disguise.
Ten is maybe simply this... I cannot touch or feel the man who loves me, but there are several men who love me despite my best efforts; like my brothers and one or two who will not be present no matter what I offer up and then there is my father who loves me absolutely and so maybe I need to look to Our Father Who Art... you know where... who gives me this day and my daily carrot muffin...

How about this for TEN -
It's blackberry time at the lake.

And how about a bonus, how about an added number like... ELEVEN - everything is possible...