leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh, but he's a wonderful dancer... An evening spent distracting myself from the fact that I hadn't spoken to him since he left my home in that beautiful space between Saturday night and Sunday morning. After work yesterday I dragged my antisocial self out the door and over to Diane and Dave's where they pacified me by offering me coffee and letting me paint wooden birds that are to go on Sarah's grave. (Sarah being the beloved dog they lost two months ago.) Coffee and paint will always conquer my reclusive tendencies. My phone rang. I didn't pick up as I was midstroke and am not one of those silly people who jump at electronic demands. Once I'd rinsed the brushes and my hands I looked and it had been him. His message: He's leaving for Florida today and he'll be back on Saturday. His smoky voice said he'll call me from there and hopefully see me on Saturday. 'Hopefully' being his word...one I liked very much. Later driving home, I returned the call only to leave my own voice for him. My Cinderella sing-song wishing him a safe and happy journey and my anticipation of his return. So that is that. Our voicemails have begun a lovely rapport. We have begun...a beginning. Two steps forward, one step back. 9:34 a.m. - July 29, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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