Sunday, May 10, 2015
The State of the State of Margaritaville: 2014 vs 2015
Mother's Day was nice. Quite lovely, in fact. A visit from M and lots of Skypeing with other family members. My mother thinks Skypeing is the best thing ever.
Then the caregiver came and I went to my dance class and M made her 100 mile drive back to her place. There was the foxtrot and the swing and holding hands and standing close to this man whom I dance with yet know nothing about. "Find a boyfriend," my mother yelled to me as I went out the door this evening. "For me or for you," I said under my breath. I want to soften myself toward the possibility, and yet it seems ridiculous.
Because there was THIS. One year ago there was this. Once upon a time in Margaritaville, I kissed a dying man and he said, "You knock me out." When I remember the way he looked at me, I simply cannot get up off the couch.