Yesterday ...

 Tuesday  the 3rd 9:30AM

... afternoon I wondered if I’ll run into The Sad Man Whose Little Dog Hates the Beach … and right now I see them climbing up the stairs from the beach - at least I think its them … and I wonder if things have made a turn for the good/better … or if pooch was held in dad’s arms until they approached the walkway. It’s so hard these days to confirm the truth. 

The breaking waves compete with a plane motor somewhere I don’t see. The green all around hardly sways this morning.  It’s the first time I feel deep sun. 

It’s been a long while since I felt the buzz of a new face. I stopped by Bill Summer Realty and we talked about town news gossip this and that and sales, who might tear down a hippie home right on the waves … and a guy comes in and asks if he is interrupting us and I say I was just about to close on buying a 3 mil place and now that I think about … maybe I should think about it some and come back  … and he says beneath his laughing eyes and bushy head and face and beach worker gestalt … he says … well maybe we should buy it together and I wasn’t sure if he was flirting with me but it sure felt like it. O that sudden yum hum from someone. 

I’m listening to This Will Be by Natalie Cole and take in the truth that so many of my favs that sustain me re music are no longer able to sing. Or maybe they do - maybe they are - somewhere. Who knows. Not me. 

And I remember Pierre telling me about the time he security guarded her - she left her purse in the limo when they were at Lincoln Center and he went back to get it and it was opened in the backseat and there was a big bag of coke alongside her makeup and tissues and mints. 

Everything has layers of connections … associations … things now …  for me as I grow even older with more and more memories that enrich my day as well as mellows me quietly as I roll home.