Plan A
Three days into the New Year and it already smells different. I sniffed the air coming in the open window the morning of the first day of the year and it smelled different, then yesterday and today the air just seems to be improving. Could be that we are enjoying outstandingly wonderful days weatherwise, could be that I feel more in control over what is happening than I have in the past months, could be that everyone seems to be going in a better direction than they have been before.
I’m pretty amused that S’s new squeeze has Marshall as her last name – it is probably par for the course in this crazy life we live – I’m definitely thinking this is becoming more book worthy the more I stand back from it all. S and I were standing on the LaLa porch and saw J, the musician, across the bayou and a young 20-yr-old type getting out of a little yellow car. S said I thought they weren’t back. Well, I said, he’s back, but he left M in LA, and that’s her replacement. S said, “seems to be a lot of that going around since Katrina.”
Daily tasks – I’ve spent the last twenty four hours interviewing subcontractors to do work on LaLa. S has drawn up a settlement spreadsheet for us that is a little difficult to decipher. My work has started today in earnest – with a 7AM conference call on beer. The Bean is still recuperating and we miss our walks in the morning on the bayou. My cold is finally going away. L has left to take J back to El Dorado so I have Max till he returns on Thursday.
N told me he is reading a recommended book that says couples find in their partner attributes from their other gender parent – I said no way, S is/was nothing like my dad – for that matter you are more like my father. My dad was the life of the party – he charmed all the men and the women in the room – I remember once telling N he was the party and when he bailed (out of the limo on S’s 40th) he took the party with him. Who knows what makes someone attractive to someone else – D asked me if I would start dating now and I told her – uh, no. Did you not hear me? I’m pretty much ruined in that department.
What makes a man attractive is visceral (smell, taste); mental (makes u laugh); easy on the eye; makes you skittish while feeling like he is home all at the same time. Makes you feel like a feral cat curling up in front of a roaring fireplace. A roaring lion. Ha. Funny indeed.
The thought of dating right now is repulsive.
Anyway, I feel rather good today and think that everything is just going to fall into place and this year is already bringing sunshine and smiles and a general sense of calm that has been absent for a long long time. I am not one to take baby steps so I’ll fall back to the m.o. I’ve employed for most adult years – proceed with love, expect wonderful things to happen, and give everything you have to give.
Just walked in from a walk around the bayou – it is so fn beautiful out there I could spit – I mean it is a day to beat all days – sell the red car – never I say – that would be insane.