My friend Regina is here with me. We talk on the deck while the house cleaners clean - about the art we want to make while she is here. She brought me canvases and paints and things. She goes for a long walk on the beach and comes back and talks with someone on the phone for about an hour. In Russian - so I think it's with her mom. I ask her if everything is OK. She says we'll talk about it tomorrow. We go out to the fancy restaurant out here, Top of the Bay, and have amazing apps and good wine at sunset. We then go for pizza and return home. We yak on the couch and I say if you want to talk about your sad news now you can. She is very close to her two ex-boyfriends, Eddie and her first love Boris. They are both great men. I've known them both, not well, but for more than thirty years. While on her walk, Eddie calls her and says ... please sit down. "Eddie, I'm on the beach." He tells her Boris was driving upstate and pulled over to side of the road. He d...
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Another this n' that one, kiddo
I love to have a crush on someone. Warhol said - anticipation always tops fact. Even A.I. scammers don't like to lie to you. It's like when you rock the right sunglasses. Finally. My dad called people kiddo, I call people kiddo, my niece has started to say kiddo. True that, kiddo. I feel popular. It's nice to feel popular
the sweetness and the sorrow
Gary is a grand ole guy out here whose husband just died. Every evening close to sunset, he stands at the top of the stairway to the beach with an amber colored cocktail in his hand and wishes everyone who passes by "cheers." Most mornings he lugs two beach chairs, an umbrella and a wooden side table to the beach and stakes a claim. The second chair for any company that may appear. Bryan and I helped him with his stuff this morning and got a local lowdown hoedown. He told us lots of people here think our cottage is the best house in Groveland.
Mom spelled upside down
what a night of it ... like the Titanic only the opposite ... one to remember. just might be the fun filled dinner soirée I ever mounted, at least out here. Seven years on. Bryan makes a "boll, a Louisiana kinda shrimp sausage corn and more high score galore stockpot taste sensation jamboree. Asa and Ry and charming son Carpenter come and we sing, well Asa does, Poor Johnny One note along with Judy Judy Judy. And then later, a little with Marvin. Sexual Healing. Yum . We begin outside. too windy. I bring in a table from the back porch and marry it to the coffee table. Bryan wears the Perry houses goofy hat and stands sentry, once in a while, serving up a well crafted bon mot. Noreens' mug grows brighter brighter from late day sun. We talk about the kidney packed in ice chest delivered to Channel Thirteen instead of Roosevelt Hospital across the street, Pavarotti, Ray Charles, Blossom Dearie, Bob and Barbra, Rickie Lee, lots of Joni. Asa sweetly...
My friend Brynne is here at the beach house with a couple of other of my peeps - longtime friends from thirteen ... from way back in the day. She told me something funny last night. She said when she went to the market she really wanted to buy a watermelon but didn't because she makes it a rule to not do that when she hangs will all white people. I told her I never eat mayonaise when I'm with all blacks. We bought here a watermelon today.