The cure for Eli
At Swirl last night the crowd was more local than it has been lately, which is much more to my liking. We hung out for a while then went over to La Vita but F wasn’t there and it makes such a difference when she’s not – as we were walking to the truck we ran into H&T, and T told me that L had gone to get hair cut and didn’t like it so G, T and I called L on speaker phone for a hair intervention. Then G and I headed to Tchoupotoulas to Hot Sticks (spelling?) – a new restaurant that was terrific – the guava cosmopolitans were fabulous and the spring rolls, yum! Then I wanted to come home – I was just done with the evening and wanted to be in my bed after having been gone. G went back to La Vita but I came home and somewhere in the middle of the night I woke up to Eli’s Coming – it was a cluster of items:
1. Arlene’s legs gave out a couple of times after we got back from the kennel. I don’t know if it was from exhaustion but it gave me a scare because Sam started that way around the same age.
2. M had called me in Chicago to come to Swirl because he wanted to introduce me to his college friend – but M has been very weird since he got back from DC and I got back from Tarrytown – hard to put my finger on it. And he was a no show last night, in keeping with this new behavior.
3. I’m sick of doing work on the LaLa and there remains painting the North side, the landscaping, and then can I just say I’m done!
4. My neighbor is such an asshole that it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
5. A lot of companies that I follow got acquired last week – I’m looking for new opportunities in my coverage but scrambling for the names that are being plucked off my list.
6. R had told me that he has been sticking to a writing schedule for his novel and I feel as if I can’t seem to get just work and the house done leaving me little time for any extra curricular projects. Where does time go?
7. Having trouble crafting a 5-year plan.
So this morning as I lay in bed with the same quandries circling my brain like buzzards ready to strike, I got on my bike and went by CC’s for my Mocassippi and rode out to the lakefront and once there, hands free, wind at my back, sun sparkling like diamonds in the lake, I felt it gone – I felt it all the way gone – and for now, I rest easy in knowing that I have beat Eli back one more time.