Won’t Make it Thru the High Noon Sun

Joke to start your day – S caught up with N, L and me and the dogs to get us to sign the petition against the cluster mailboxes this morning. The post office in all their infinite wisdom has decided that they shouldn’t have to deliver our mail to us in our houses because there is too much “debris” to walk through to get to the mailbox because of Katrina – so they are going to put clusters of boxes in each area so that we can be robbed or shot at while we try to get our mail and so the mailman can just hop out of the car and not have to walk too far. Good grief. But anyway J was running by and he had a joke for us so it got us off the subject of how things are not right – Clotiel gets to the Pearly Gates and she sees Marie off in the corner. “Marie! What happened to you my friend?” Marie said “Oh Clotiel, I froze to death.” “Dear God,” Clotiel said, “Well I suspected my Boudreaux of cheating on me and I was going to catch him in the act, so when I thought he was in the house with her, I snuck home but I couldn’t find them. I searched the house up and down, front and back, and couldn’t find him at all.” And Marie said, “Wish you’d checked the freezer.”

Long run on the bayou as I had lifted the table saw into the Snake’s truck and tweaked my arm injury yet again. Stopped by the house to talk to the sheetrockers – 3 weeks before the windows are even in – good god – what does it take? C was riding his bike and we stopped to chat – he looked so dapper in his hat – he said I looked dapper myself in my pink tee shirt – it made me smile – part of a request from a previous life.

Lola’s tonight with L to talk through all the whatever that has been swirling – good bottle of shiraz with a viognier kick – he sent me a scathing email earlier that I was not happy with – but a nice evening even though there were certain points where he said this might not go well and he watched me watching cute guys who were coming in and out and he kept saying – a ha – and I was like you don’t know a ha mister – and he finally admitted that I was maybe a fool to be waiting around for N who has made his choice – and I thought of Grey’s Anatomy last night when Meredith said “you need to pick and please choose me” – give me a break – or possibly worse when McDreamy said – “she’s my wife” and I told L I’m okay where I am and I’ll get over him and us – I just need time – and he asked the ubiquitous question – how much? – and that is the great unknown – time heals all wounds is how the cliche goes – no matter how gaping.

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