You Want a Piece of Me?
Wednesday night L came over for dinner, which was delicious by the way. We sat around and chewed the fat and of course, the conversation turned to K and his desire to be the moral arbiter in relationships gone south. I told him to back down. I watched this tendency in my father – I’m right, and let me tell you why I’m right. He was right, most of the time, but at the end of the day who the hell cared – sometimes it just doesn’t matter if you are right – some things are just better dropped and left behind.
Wait I’m looking at this drawing that W did and left on my desk and I swear it is some kind of abstract elephant. Interesting.
Okay back to L – who S said she wants to spit on since it’s raining hard on him right now – but we hashed through all that there is with the myriad almost like he has become the Pied Piper – and so it all comes down to Door Number One being possibly best of choice – who is to say really. I am not a soothsayer.
S wrote later in response to an email I had sent him – Fun Forsooth, Love False – poetry running amuck these days amongst all the weary.
E, the electrician, called today and said that K said I was upset with him and he wanted to make sure I am not. Hmmm. I said of course I’m not. He said he would do his best to get the job done, putting mine before a long list he has and I said I appreciated it.
I think I am going to get a tattoo – saw a place on Magazine that looked interesting and the little redhead in my class this morning had a couple of interesting ones. Again, though, choices, what would it be?
So when L left last night we hugged tight and told each other how much we love each other and I sent him an email later that told him to tell J that not only am I there for him in sickness and health but also I would take Florence Nightengale to outer limits if needed.
Thursday morning – a kind of balmy gorgeous day again and I got through the morning’s work and ran off to Pilates that kicked my ass. When he came over to correct my shoulders as my legs were up in the air, I looked at him and said, I’m weak. He smiled and rubbed my shoulders and said, that’s why you’re here. And later in the midst of the third plank that almost made me break a sweat he said – you are so not weak honey. But I left feeling like I had climbed the mountain and back. So bizarre – I lift those heavy weights, run like the wind, rock out on the elipitical, and Pilates continues to be the biggest challenge I’ve put my body through.
Home again and issues with work – this and that – and waiting for 3 to pick up W and had a flame out from an unexpected source but in the end it will accomplish something that I have left to the cosmos and hey, it sent me into action and that action was beyond the pale needed.
Then at 3 waiting in line at Country Day and watching all the big ass SUVs in procession and the big sign in front of me that says “No Cell Phones” and every woman – yes all women – in their SUV had a cellphone in their ear. What the hell, you pay that kind of money you get to break the rules, no?
So W gets in the car and before he says hi, he says Bionicles 3 – and I’m like what no playground, no going to see N and Renny, and he said – Bionicles 3 – so back to the can, tried to have a conversation but he said movie movie movie. Okay dear – so we picked up from where it left off and it started with whatever that one’s name is saying “We all make mistakes when we are brave enough to make decisions” and I smiled to think that they were slipping some sort of life lesson into Bionicle 3 Web of Shadows – seemed like a little unfair exploitation of child brains.
Since the movie was almost over last time, we had to rewatch the entire thing from scratch again and I watched it this time – W was on one couch and I on the other, and he came over and jumped right on top of me and I was like woosh. So I got up and took him right over to the scale – 57 pounds – good god when did that happen? No wonder I can barely lift him or that he feels like he is cracking my ribs. But after he finished his jumping boyish routine, he settled into laying back on my arm and reaching for my hand to hold. The phone rang several times and finally I got up to make sure no emergencies and W said no, no, stay.
It was hard to imagine our possibly last afternoon for I don’t know how long being movie marathon so we built a fort, and I made dinner and he ate it under the fort with all sorts of barricades to make sure the Bean did not get to his food.