Last night after Swirl, I went with R back to her apartment to eat turkey pot pie and sit on the floor and watch Nip Tuck. We chatted a little bit about menz and one in particular who has had her heart in his hands. She had bought some candles – one for serenity, one for love, and I forget the third – but we talked about how it is hard to discern our feelings from Katrina enhanced feelings.
Then I came home and got in bed and L called saying that after 7.5 hours of surgery, he was finally out and in a room.
This morning, during Pilates, I thought about the blessings of the body and of the mind – how some people attempt to overcome mental obstacles while others have physical roadblocks that derail them.
In the space of a few minutes I learned that L’s doctor had fused the wrong bones but was too far into it to back out and so had to then fuse the right bones – hence the 7.5 hours. Right before, I exchanged missives with a friend in distress. And right after had to find Joe to finish the clean up job he had half ass done yesterday – since in my pink wig and heels last night I found myself driving by the LaLa, and to my horror having to stop and pull out a garbage bag to collect the thousands pieces of insulation that had drifted into neighbors’ yards and the bayou – Joe said he just needed to make his coffee and fix a pork chop since he had just gotten up then he’d go over there.
Life’s short, but it’s wide, someone once said and some days you just have to shrug and go on to the next step and not take any of it too seriously.