Pleaser
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 says, I’ve only spent 20 days with her, how could you know after 20 days? And I concede.
I am being deluged by friends’ emails telling me that many of their friends are splitting up this year – the year of the separation? – and to think they don’t have a natural disaster as a backdrop. What goes on? I ask for the umpteenth time.
My nieces are coming in for Hanukkah – yippee! Brother B is still living out of a FEMA trailer as he works on his house. Mom was offered a FEMA trailer but in the end declined it although her FEMA rep took a liking to her and asked her out for sushi the next night. L got $5K more dollars from FEMA even though he declined additional money when his rep called him. What goes on with FEMA? Good grief.
The porch is starting to come together – deck is down, brackets in for columns, and soon we might even have a facade. Hard to believe but once that is done I will be anxious to get in but still a ways to go to make that happen. Tomorrow S and I go to order tubs and sinks etc. Hoping the prices haven’t skyrocketed in the wake of Katrina but have been hearing horror stories.
How does a pleaser accept pleasure? Very carefully.