Hear ye, hear ye – life is good
Joe was supposed to help me move but I was trapped like a rat and finally when I could get away I called him and he said he was sitting with his boys drinking beer – but then he said he’d come – and you know what he helped me move my desks and file cabinets up into the office. While we were piling the desks into the elevator he asked me if he could ask a personal question – what Joe? I said kind of exasperated – and he said, “do you have something in your past, with your parents, or a man, that hurt you so?”
I stumbled to answer the question because I am not focused on past hurts and so was having a hard time answering him. I told him there was always hurt but there was always good and that I consider myself a lucky person relatively speaking.
When we got the desks up in the office – I was fussing around with their position while Joe went and sat outside on the terrace off my office – in one of the teak adirondak chairs – he looked up at the cloudy sky and said “Rachel, girl, you’ve got it good and you don’t know it.”
Then he told me that if anyone did anything wrong to me in the least he was going to hurt them – he would not tolerate one person hurting me. Good Joe. Whatyagonnado?
I went back to the LaLa and got the Bean and the rest of my stuff and came and set up my office – I’m typing from my tower right now – the future domain of all things wonderful – and well, tomorrow is Mardi Gras – and life is good.
Friday the moving truck comes to get the rest of the stuff – and by Friday night it is just possible I am taking a bath in that tub. I’ll let you know.