Lucky

 

Yesterday - my final full day here. My rich next door neighbor, the guy who allegedly cranks bone with the never spotted mandingo (slang for … a man of African descent with a big one) just walked down to the beach. He’s buff and has a tattoo on his bicep I can't discern. I pick up the binoculars and lens him. He walks down the beach then comes back and does planks and pushups. The Sad Guy with the Little Sad Dog Who Hates the Beach tries again to switch things up. No go.

If I were a bird I’d live here. Perfect morning light. Bright warm deep. Winsome dragonflies fly. There’s a sailboat far out. Two actually. They look exactly the same. I wonder if they know each other. White tall skinny. We read the other night that we can see about three miles out on the horizon line. 3.2 to be exact. 

Great afternoon. Watched a Warhol doc … bought vino for John’s farewell drink with me. 6PM here shows off in an understated way.

Bill Broker Man emails that he can’t believe I’ve been here for four weeks. I can’t either. Like Joni’s turn of a page. But it’s been textured and full. Seventeen guests. Seventeen family and friends - my confidants and confessors. They sing & dance with me, eat and laugh and cry and movie and walk with me.  

I will miss this place that shows us how right life can be. My thoughts and body are robust and free. In this broken world, the universe has been very benevolent to me in my not dark yet but getting there years.

I'm lucky

I'm lucky

I can walk under ladders

Yes I'm so lucky

That I'm as lucky

As me

Struck it rich

Dirty rich

No work

And get richer

And the world

Loves a winner

Yes I'm so happy

That you're happy

With me

Numero uno

Living for

Right now

And it's

L-I-V-I-N-G

When I'm here

With you

I'm lucky

I'm lucky

I don't need a bracelet

No salt

For my shoulder

I don't own a rabbit

No clover

No heather

No cross

No wonder

I'm lucky

-Joan Armatrading