Wind it up even tighter
Sundays are always like that – the gloaming comes and you start thinking anxiously about the week to come. Got word from M that she is safe in LA with J, but that they are not returning anytime soon. We’ve heard these stories – most people interviewed are not going back. Such a mystery when all we can think about is getting home.
The fish bowl is a remarkable place to contemplate what’s to come. There is a low grade of stress that is associated with each thought. Again the only release comes from alcohol and cigs and other artificial stimulation. Everything is built around an anticipation that makes me jumpy most of the time. Half of September is gone, spent here in Arlington, organizing our tiny world into an artificial normalcy.
L called from Hot Springs to say T had called 12 times to disturb their weekend and finally called saying he had injured his back and had to go to the hospital. K left to take care of him and was returning later that evening to their love tryst getaway. T is bordering on desperate now – at first his pluck at winning K back was almost admirable, but now it appears to be a cheap shot at winning at any cost.
Mom seems so happy in her new little world. She said the house is like the one she used to fantasize about in Georgia – a little yellow house with Ronnie and Liz as her roommates. She is staying there indefinitely.