On an overcast day melancholy is sometimes all you can tap into unless you are Gomez and appreciate the dull greyness of it all. B told L that love is an act of choice, an act of will, it’s volitional. I disagree – there is some choice in there but I don’t think you can choose to love someone, I think that you are drawn there and you choose to stay with it if love…
N is going with his Marshall Plan – trying to rebuild or reconstruct. I have always seen such potential in him as a beautiful human being, I hope the lid is blown off for him so he can let all of those parts of him spring to life in a glorious race car in the red fashion. I am going with the Rachel Plan – first up, therapy, second finish LaLa and have a home…
On Wednesday I returned from four days in Charleston with N to 24 hours of full disclosure that brought an end to the lying and deceit that has darkened my days. A banal email that remains a question mark sent without knowing what underpinned the simple words of introduction. People I love are hurt and angry as they should be. S said he is in shock and feels betrayed on every level and that now…
It’s an old cliche that sometimes getting away from the daily routine helps sharpen what has dulled. It’s a little weird being some place where restaurants and shops and people are going about their business without garbage in front, landlines muted, understaffed, understocked, and plain out shock and weariness prevailing. A long run yesterday by myself put me in the right mood but made me think about too many things that make me sad these…
Walking around the bayou this morning after playdate with L and dogs in tow, we happened upon the running couple, as we do most every morning. They are so Ward and June Cleaver perky that we both sneer after waving to them. He’s a public figure and he has the plastic smile of one. How can two people be any more stereo typed? I miss the nuns – where are they? Do they not walk…
She said you’ve taken me for granted Because I please you (Paul Simon, Diamond on the Soles of Her Shoes, Graceland) So K has ramrodded back onto the scene, wooing the Silver Fox, like a house on fire. And he asks me on the bayou this morning – How do you know? – and I said, let me put it this way, You know. Any doubt, hold your breath – no doubt, plunge. But he…
A moment of peace and quiet where I can sit in Nanc’s kitchen and go online and actually even get cell phone reception – a rare day. S found a sweet apartment in the Quarter on Dumaine and has set up office and home there. Meanwhile I’ve rearranged the can to meet my work specs. Now if only they would get internet there – 4-6 weeks has been the mantra. The city is up and…