The heat waves
Though I don’t appreciate the buckets of perspiration raining down my back and face when I try to do anything this summer, it certainly has been more than stellar. This is relative compared to the non-summer we had last year, so all is fine and good.
Things have started a slow and gradual upturn for me. The cards are falling in line, and happiness, once a squirrely concept, is starting to pervade my world once again. Opportunity and money have found their way back into my daily existence, a definite change from the girl of the past several months. It seems as if my year might not end up sucking every iota of life and hope out of my horizons. I know that success is imminent, and certainly within reach. When you pay your health insurance and rent and can have some money to spare, it’s certainly been an ok week.
I had dinner with E’s mother and he last evening at their apartment on 57th street. I saw where he grew up and the hallways that were the equivalent to my stairs and gardens outside my own home. It was a lovely dinner, and they both serenaded me with piano movements and such. I thought she hated me (the tattooed girlfriend of her son)–he being Jewish and me not being defined by any religion. But she seemed to appreciate me. And that is an honor in itself.
Tonight I work at the Greenpoint bar. For five hours and some. Then I am home to do a five hour shift tomorrow as well. I had an interview with the spa people…We shall see about that one. The retail job I want is a bit more flexible. But regardless, I have a lead on a bartending job that should have me rich in the fall.
Tomorrow is the orthopedic surgeon. Oh, the excitement. I think I prefer the chiropractor to surgery. I cannot afford to be off my feet for more than a week so I will not push for surgery, and hopefully if it is suggested I can get a second opinion.
A list of this weekend’s fun observations. My creativity is at a standstill. I need my open space at home to really flourish. At least the money I made this week will be invested in a sleek laptop to write all over creation.
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I love you, Francis. XOOX