The morning started off rather well here. I offered to bring some banana blueberry bread to Flip this morning on my way to work. I don't know what I exactly expected when I got there. But the hug felt wonderful in between moments of the dog shoving his snout in our crotches. And the kisses were sweet. He wasn't feeling well but asked if I may be able to stop on my way home from work and "spend time" with him (quotes are mine. He did not air quote.) That's ok. I just need to get in the door and have some time. I can usually do the rest.
So for all of my stumbling and ankle turning in my heels in the grass this morning, spilling coffee all over myself with a CLOSED lid, I would get to have some closeness with him at the end of the work day. The traffic vanished, lights were green all the way and I sang in key (maybe) all the way to work. At one point I even had a synchronized circus moment with a chipmunk. In my defense, I thought it was a brown leaf in the road. I didn't see what it really was until I was about to straddle it with the tires. It didn't move until I passed over it and then it ran to wherever Chipmunk Silliness happens.
The day itself was filled with the scenery from any Disney movie in a happy moment. Singing birds, brilliant colors, birds giving me sashes and lots of giddy laughter.
We hired a temp who is fun and smart. He's married, 28 and anxious to work hard. He's a Gemini....a trait that I never used to find interesting in anyone (sorry Gems....I'm a Scorpio...it seems to be a natural resistance for me). In later years I started collecting a few and can call them people that I talk to from time to time and Step Dad. We have this robot mail cart that shows up outside of our glass doors and beeps to signify that someone better get their tight ass out there and do a mail swap. Take what's yours and insert outgoing mail into the bin. It follows a track that is in the rug. Our new guy was taught the mail dance by someone else on the team other than moi. Today he told me that instead of stopping outside the door obediently as a robot is wont to do, it kept going. Our boy had to follow the robot and do the mail exchange as it dashed off in slo-mo away from him. I asked him simply, "Why didn't you just hit the stop strip?"
"What stop strip?"
Apparently he was not taught how to make our mailbot stop and go by simply touching the red or green strip. I fell apart laughing, imagining him chasing the robot down the hall.
It was the little things such as this that took my head out of the anticipation of the afternoon. I got the go ahead to leave early. Yessir, that's right...a late nooner...may I go?
Flip and I sent each other songs. I sent him the new Fiona Apple song, "Hot Knife". I told him it reminded me of him. He wrote back that it reminded him of me after listening.
"If I'm butter - if I'm butter-
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife, He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise.
He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him "
Ahhhh...yes....that magnetism distracting me, pulling me again so that I can momentarily wipe out all the gunk and pretend it never happened, just let me near him.
His love bite to send back was Willie Nelson, "Just Breathe".
"Stay with me,..
You're all I see.
Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't now I'm a fool you see,..
No one knows this more than me.
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't now I'm a fool you see,..
No one knows this more than me.
As I come clean."
Was this for me? Was he just showing me a song he likes or was this a messenger? I've got the double X chromes baby, I'm going with message.
