In the beginning
There was rain and lots of it. Morning off to a sweet start then crisis disrupts the rhythm. The dogs are barking because they all three want the tennis ball and there is only one. L is ready for his nubile houseguest to go – worried about how it looks from the outside but more than that knows how it looks from the inside. Waiting for B to give the green light and as usual the waiting becomes the focus. Woman this morning said it must have been hard to leave California – no, it wasn’t. In fact, not eager to leave here even for temporary travel. D said all her friends are moving away because it is so expensive there – told her time to make new friends – she said she’s too old. 36? Since when is that old. And yet they killed the big alligator in Pointe Noir because village people have been disappearing. Like it’s a bad thing. Severina impressed by W’s affection towards me – why not? We’ve always had a special bond. People want things in consistent hard fast categories to feel in control of their own lives. It’s an illusion. J said this morning he’s never seen it like this – so many misses – we’ve been here before I told him. Why do some things feel so right – even when they’re aren’t?