Great performance last night by Diane Reeves
Shopaholic said that she’s not feeling her new completely devoted to her boyfriend yesterday and instead of giving her the same ‘you need to get your priorities straight’ speech she gave me with Stocky - I just told her that it was ok, she should let him go if she’s not into it and someone wonderful will come along - just not on her schedule. It was too good to be true anyway - the first ‘rebound’ after a break up ends up being Mr. Everything.
Love is difficult and at times elusive.
Meanwhile, I just got a message from Researcher saying that he’s landed in Philadelphia to visit his parents. WTF? I guess somehow he’s thinking we are like boyfriend or girlfriend or something? I didn’t text him back yesterday when he contacted me - afraid that he might try again to invite himself over. Weird. Oh well. I sent him a message wishing him a safe and fun trip.
I thought about him during my hike this morning on my 7 mile trail. The uphill was definitely challenging for me this time. I guess it’s been months since I headed out there and it was hard. I think I’ll go again on Monday morning and start making it a regular thing for me. I hate to think of all the work I put in going to waste. It was weird, super rainy on the way over there and then the trail was remarkably DRY! I thought of so many things on the trail (3 hours for 7 miles) and the solitude was sheer bliss. I felt every muscle in my lower body strain and stretch. The last time I hiked that trail, Researcher was with me. I’m more out of shape than I was before! It was pauses all the way up the 2.3 mile incline.
I do declare. Annie must get back into fighting form (at least with this trail!).
I thought about Stocky (we broke up after the hike on this trail), my ex boyfriend whom I loved so deeply and he could never love me back the same way, THE COP who I was so in lust with that just seeing him made me tingle from my eyelashes to the tip of my big toe. So many thoughts.
Afterwards, I met up with Co-dependent and we had lunch in the area. I had part of a lobster roll (never tried this before) some soft serve icecream, cole slaw and calamari. The ocean was overcast but blue (Half Moon Bay) and we chatted - she went to yoga this morning by herself because her other buddy was hung over. Then we went to take her dog to the beach - that was SOOOO nice. I love the ocean - the water froze my toes but I couldn’t stop walking in that sea foam. It was wonderful. Then we met up with her boyfriend (mr. no job, alcoholic) and I was nice to him but clearly the guy is a LOSER. He was ugly to boot. No wonder she hasn’t had sex with him in 5 years. What a turn off. She’s staying with her parents while he’s at the apartment in SF. Parasite. His latest thing was that he thought he had TESTICULAR CANCER. What a deadbeat won’t do to ensure that his host remains in his grasp. She made an appointment for him and found that he has a hernia. I told her she’d better cut him loose before he gets some fucking disease from his unhealthy lifestyle. Apparently the last straw (impetus for her move to her parents house) was when he was stumbling in the street when she got home from yoga one night with his ribs broken from a bar fight and the police telling her they were going to arrest him for disorderly conduct.
let’s hope she can finally free herself from him.
Wow. Makes you think twice about these sweet talking parasites.
Meanwhile, I took a lovely bath with lavender epsom salts and my tumble weed hair is sitting against my head for now. I am going to sweat yoga with her in the morning (930) and then meeting with Cats couple - I may change the name to CRISIS couple (crisis mainly with my girlfriend) for lunch at 1200 near my house. I didn’t want to clean up yet (well I haven’t had the time having a good time) so I couldn’t invite them over. Which is fine. We have an understanding. The latest is that she shot herself up with short acting insulin instead of the long acting insulin - she had a near death experience. Work is hell, she’s been referred to the high risk diabetes clinic and life in general is SHIT SHIT SHIT.
Now you know I am no bouncy cheerleader myself but these doom & gloom calls 3 times a week for 1 hour at least each are quite draining.
Please universe - can you throw Ms. Crisis a goddamn BONE?!
Researcher just texted me a goodnight message and said, ‘We should get married’.
WTF?
Oh well.
I’m so happy to be home and I had a GREAT day.
Life is good.