My Friend,
I fear the summer duldrums have already set in. I know, it is way too early for that. But each day I am confronted by clients who tell me of their summer trips they have planned. Greece, Italy, Aruba. I have the escape bug under my skin. I told the children we would go to South Padre Island this summer, but I can't seem to get myself excited about going to a beach in Texas. I am a travel snob with no money to back it up.
So I have been quiet. I have quieted my urges and ponderings by numbing myself with mindless TV. Carefully skipping over the Travel Channel.
This leads into something you and I have touched on before. At what point do we just accept the lives we have and embrace them for what they are? I will never be a Shirley Valentine sitting with a glass of wine on the beach in Greece. Hell I don't even like wine, why would I like it any more there? And replacing a glass of wine for a Diet Coke just does not ellicit the same emotion.
So I will never be part of an Olympic team. I can deal with this. Knowing you will never have the things you never really cared about in the first place is easy to let go of.
Will I really live in Texas for the rest of my life? I have spent much of my eighteen years here denying that. But now there is a career, a clentelle, children, mortgage.
This is not my beautiful house...this is not my beautiful wife...
I can escape in books, and writing, and romantic comedies. But my body feels the difference. The urge to flee. If even only for a little while.
I have been cursing the lack of money in my life when I am sure there is much more to curse. From where I am sitting the thought, "If I only had the money..." plays more times in my head than Paris Hilton footage on TV.
This urge will pass, it always does, but maybe you should pack a suitcase in case I come by your house one night and honk the horn to take you along with me.
Write soon of what adventures have been keeping you away.
With Love
G.

Guy

Bless the Rat Guy, and all the other "Guys" that have come into my life. Being single as you know we tend to need these "guys". I have guys to fix the plumbing, guys to do the yard, a guy who comes and checks the pool (commonly known as "Pool Guy") There is the A/C guy, the car guy, the mover guy. I also have a mail guy and a fed ex guy that visits often. My neighbor Guy sometimes brings my trash cans back to the house when I have left them out for too long.
Don't ask me if I have a special guy in my life, I have many and they are all special and neccesary.