Journaling, After work yesterday, drove out to Long Island for a dinner, evening, and overnight with best-friend-since-kindergarten and his new (18months) wife. Great time. Wife started telling me about a life-long friend of hers, 52, who lives about five miles from me.
Really? Tell me more.
She's never been married. Okay, Strike One. That's got red flag all over it for a 52 year old woman, imo.
Has always lived with, supported, and argues constantly with elderly Mom. Strike Two. I need no drama baggage, thank you. Got my own suitcases full
"Rather aggressive woman, but nice,nonetheless." Strike Three.
"Thanks, good friends, for thinking of me, but I'm really not relationship-ready at all, yet."
Wife cooked me and best friend huge, great Fathers' Day breakfast (how sweet).
Then I left and went up to the Pete Seeger Hudson Clearwater Festival. What a wonderful, beautiful, happy time. Wound up talking to two women I struck up conversations with. Didn't go anywhere; it wasn't going to and I didn't want it to. Just more fun, ballsy breaking-out-of the shell 180/GAL for me.
First Fathers' Day in 17 years I didn't hear from StepS or StepD. Not surprised, but still
Heard from my two wonderful sons
Realized about a half hour ago that today is X's birthday. Never crossed my mind. That makes two birthdays in a row - out of seventeen - that she woke up alone without G doing some "bed-dancing" with her (my word for it) while singing her the Beatles "Happy Birthday."
Hope she missed it again. I sure missed it last year. I didn't today.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
