So far away
One week away and almost home – meanwhile some people want me just to themselves, some want me as an addition to their group, some want me to play 24/7, some just want me to pick up the phone when they call but what I say is when is that time that I get to sit on a porch alone and think about the things that I want? The time alone in my life has grown as rare as the smell of night blooming jasmine outside of New Orleans. I remember M saying she thought the smell was cloying and I knew then instinctively she wouldn’t stay. The other night, on reconnaissance we stopped at the Milan and smelled it going in – such a nice reminder of what New Orleans can yield.
Last night S said he is tired of the show and I know what he means and feel for what he feels and yet the big distraction goes a long way to camoflauging the stuff none of us want to deal with. There it is – you want it to be compelling but sometimes it just makes everyone weary – so you seek alternate routes of entertainment – S is headed to the Adams opera this Thursday.