That’s the truth of it all. You keep moving until the game stops.
Brought home a surf fin, abandoned at the coast. It’s red and heavier than I expected. I want to mount it to a wooden frame and paint something electric on it.
I remember early dating sites, when men used key phrases to describe themselves with red flags.
Renaissance man
Hopeless romantic
Fun loving
Eclectic
(mostly I wanted to make a bulleted list)
Now it’s all “good vibes.”
Nothing is lost on me, the math adds up in the end.
Hung some red lights around the bedroom skylight so I can read at night without fucking up the circadian rhythm. Saw a guy in Costa Rica doing the same and I think him and I would vibe.
Ran a bath outside and soaked in Epsom Salts while working.
Little by little. Maybe tomorrow I’ll put together furniture for the patio.
“Hey, Erica! Long time no see.”
“Leo! How are you?!”
It delights me that my grandfather chose to park himself in the middle of the road to talk to me. Let traffic figure it out, his personal mission more important.
Leo doesn’t know I’ve dubbed him my “Carlsbad grandfather.”
My dad’s father was also Leo. He was pretty neat. He’d show up with my grandma to horse shows I was competing in, unannounced and unexpected. States away; they’d drive down in the sedan, say hi, ask a few questions, share a few stories, head back out.
Most farmers referred to horses as hay burners. A waste of space, time, and resources.
To get a nod of approval from the greatest farmer I’d ever known, was special.
He died early, crushed by a combine after he’d retired.
Greek Leo came into my life when I didn’t realize I still needed a grandfather, and had already lost both of mine.
“What are you doing, you want to grab a pizza?”
“I would but I’m trying to get back home before rush hour traffic hits. I’ll come back out earlier in the day and we’ll grab lunch.”
Dora was upset to have her walk interrupted. She’s fully satisfied now, curled up watching the yard from the bed top. There are a few rabbits making the rounds. Hippity hop.