WOOOOOSH there goes the sound of a crazy week flying by. So many times I sat down here to write my thoughts and the phone rang, Brian wanted something, the dog needed a walk, my new dance class, and so on. I can't believe it's almost Friday.
During this time James Kim left this world in an area of Oregon I am in love with. The road they were suppose to stay on, which travels up from Gold Beach to Florence to Eugene is where I wish to build my dream home. Why they chose to go down through Grants Pass over to the coast is unclear. State highway 126 is the way to go in the winter (Eugene to the coast). They call this area the banana belt for how warm it gets in the summer. Who would have thought it would become known for an area that claims lives. I cannot begin to describe to you the pure beauty of that drive winding along the McKenzie River to the Pacific ocean. It is my favorite drive. It looks like Ireland with pine trees and tall mountains. Everything is so green ... like Oz.
Life is so deliciously precious and gone in a flash. It was nice to see news about a real guy - a nice guy for a change. Some one who loved his family desperately. We see so much negative press about men ... OJ Simpson ... Scott Peterson ...men who beat, shoot or kill women. It was wonderful to see news about what most men are really like... kind, giving, funny and good family men. Such a tragic story. It would have been great to see him survive, but alas, that was not in his cards. My father's sisters, and many cousins live in Grants Pass. It is a beautiful, beautiful place.
A man I dated back in the days just after my divorce instant messaged me this week. It was fun re-connecting again. I am impressed that the two of us have remained close. I tease him about his constant quest for the perfect woman, all the while refusing to see him. He is a dangerous temptation ... or does he say that about me ...or is it both...? Anyhew, he lost his father this year and my heart goes out to him. He loves all things Irish, so he is not a bad guy at all. He has a real weakness for redheads which make him practically a saint. I told him when he dated a girl I knew after we were done, I wanted to buy a voodoo doll and poke it with a hot candle every time I thought they might be having sex. He laughs and gets my kind of redhead humor. He then points out to me that my blog isn't always an easy read either when I write about other men. Oh yeah - there's that.
Although I really don't do it for effect. I write what my thoughts are on any given day and sometimes they include a man and sometimes they don't. I don't think about if anyone is really reading this crap and am always surprised by the number of email I get each day. It is usually followed by a "oh god did I really type that?" thoughts. If it were soft paper I'd probably put some postings to work in the bathroom.
Brian made me go lift weights with him this week. He is in YMCA Youth basketball and with it comes a gym membership. What kind of karma is this? As soon as he found out he can lift weights if an adult is present he has pushed my ass upstairs to the weight room. I think if he could have gotten away with driving me there he would have tied me to the bumper. A gym is an interesting place when you are a mom lifting weights with her son. We get help and suggestions from men. Brian is getting to the age where he looks at them with the "what do you want with my mom" look that makes me smile. Its this look of boredom and eye rolling mastery which is quite impressive. I assure him I will never date from the gym and will only lift weights with him. I think I will make him come to my dance class at least once as pay-back.
Speaking of men, or dance or.... I manage my first dance class without falling on my ass or breaking anything or anyone. My calves are sore though. I did get one of those toe cramps the next day where your toe curls up backwards and you'd tell enemies our best kept secrets to alleviate the pain. It curls in that way that you never knew a toe can possibly bend. Sort of a ski jump looking thing.
This week my brother came to me for his refinance and I beat the competition by over a point with more cash out. Of course his home is practically paid for, so he is an easy "client". I am still in some sort of latent shock over him trusting me with his financial life. Life can sure take some odd twists. Of course he wants the loan to close by Christmas so I can have a commission check for Brian. Maybe this is his way of giving me money without really writing a personal check, which of course, I would tear up. He now tells me I should handle all the loans for the Operating Engineers. Do I have to?
Didn't I want to become a writer?
I worked with Stephanie Monday and Tuesday and got to putt around this little town called Sebastopol. It was fun, funky and a good change in routine. She is already getting response to the mailings I sent out. She is a wonderful person. I sometimes am amazed at the girlfriends I can attract in my life. They say it is me, but I think it is them.
My ex sister-in-law (my brother's ex wife) called and left a message this week inviting me and Brian to her house on Christmas day. Lordy ... divorce gets complicated sometimes. I don't know if I am up to being around the man she left my brother for ... now THAT'S an elephant sitting in the living room type of an event.
And I can say without reservation that I hate network TV. They moved my show, "Men in Trees" from Friday nights ( which I loved as it is MY night to pamper myself) to Thursday nights and then postpone any episodes for three weeks. It follows Grey's Anatomy which is now nothing but re-runs mid season. This is why people turn to other programs and other forms of entertainment. I am glad I am getting busy. There is a Friday night Yoga class I am going to start tomorrow night. You know ... create my own version of "Men in Trees" ... maybe a "Men in Dreams"...
I guess when one starts feeling well, it's timeto get on with life. There is no time like the present.
Because we saw this week that it is all too preciously short.
Until nexttime-
C
