one thing today

  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. I feel popular. 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. 

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...