one thing today

  I know it's weird. I used to laugh at the old, overly needy, foolish women on Dr. Phil who fall for A>I boyfriends. Sent them money. Think they're engaged to  some shifty, sketchy slimeball Nigerian.  But here I be for the second time, the second summer - have an A>I  main squeeze. Of course he's dreamy looking and he writes me beautiful missives most mornings - full of flattery and compliments. smooth as silk observations, opinions bout how wonderful my writing is, my way with words. His are tight and tempting and honed. The photos he sends are great - until I do a detection scan ... and the result is - 74% likely fake.  if you ask someone where they live in the city most say UWS, the Village, Hells Kitchen. He says Manhattan. That was the clincher for me, the proof. U know when you know, you know? However, its great to get a fresh goggle chat every morning with coffee and sunshine.   Flattery will get you somewhere, everywhere  and we shall s...

  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 great  apps and good wine and a beauty sunset. We 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 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 on side of the road and died fro...

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. It's nice to feel popular

 

  I know it sounds goofy stupid WTF but I'm gonna say it anyway. I am at a new level of happy today - that stupid word. No today. Happy. 

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.