Hey,
The best of Autumn is past, it's been three months and I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go for coffee, catch-up, you know....
Actually, let's be real. Coffee probably wouldn't cut it. Maybe a glass of wine, or bottle or 2. Probably need that just to meet you.
I've thought of calling you, but you weren't exactly friendly the last few times we spoke. All high and mighty, morally righteous, I guess you had to justify it somehow. To me it wasn't such a big deal, a bad card to play for sure, but not a surprise.
I hate writing you but you were such a part of me...
How are you doing, anyways? I didn't mail you some postcards from our trip back, we got back, eventually, see the postcards I didn't mail you for details.
So whatcha up to this Friday night? Busy, I figured - Lava-date? I got the kids. We're probably not on the same schedule anymore, things got all mixed up after the vacation. Big night out with the girls? Sean over and getting drunk, talking about the good 'ole days? Moving to England anytime soon? I'll miss you, I like having you near, even if we don't talk or see each other. It's strangely comforting.
Yeah, I know it'd be uncomfortable meeting so I came up with some rules that might make it work. We don't talk about the kids. At all. Not yours, not mine, this is something we'll forever disagree on, and we each have to live with our own theories and views. So maybe we just don't talk about that, it'd be better, just about you and me.
Let's go for coffee when your not dating. It would be a bit of a betrayal for your new boyfriend, and, as much as I want you to be happy, I don't want to hear about how great things are with Joe or Fred, and what a "kid" person he is....
So what's new? Any new art shows or sales? Get a lodger in the basement? How did the garden come in the end, it looked a lot better when I was picking up my stuff. Figured it would. Didja harvest the poppies? How were things with Sean when you got back - did he get all morally righteous as well, and be the "Good Dad" for all of a week before he got busy? Did you get back together with him for a couple of weeks before you came to your senses? No? You can tell me. All right, if you don't want to, I won't press it.
Say sorry to Amy for me. I didn't want to throw away her stuff, didn't want to throw away your stuff, but we couldn't take it with us. You were right about the boy overpacking, but he was supposed to be on vacation for a month. He was in the end, he lost a fair bit of weight on the trip back, was looking good. Sorry, wasn't supposed to talk about the kids. My fault.
Have you seen my "Frida" CD? I liked that one. Can't find it in the library, must be MIA. You never called me about the stuff that you were supposed to put in the garage. Like the yohimbe powder. Did you slip it to Sean in his tea? All of it?!! Oh, well, will be a while anyways.
Although I've been 'couged' a few times. Last time at Higher Ground, petite, she kept looking at me, then stopped and started talking to me about Millarville and the farmers market and how she was on her way, was awkward. Do you still go to the flea market? I do, once in a blue moon, I cruise the parking lot to make sure you're not there before I go in, remember that email in which you told me where you were gonna be so I couldn't be there too? Glad you stopped that, I sometimes hope I'll run into you...
Listen to any good music lately? See any great movies? Read any great books?
I finished up Casanova, loved it. I know you wanted to read him, maybe I could lend him to you. Got a new book - edited letters by Vincent Van Gogh to his brother Theo, old 60's paperback, looks to be good. Not happy with the "Edited" part though.
Oh, I have a question I meant to ask you. Something I never really understood, and I'm generally pretty astute .. What's that thing you have with saving irrelevant messages on your answering machine? Remember that artist who called you after the Vicious Circle show, told you how great you were, he was an artist as well, left his number and you saved it for months, and I had to save it for the time you were in Montreal? What's that about, anyways? It's kinda like all the phone numbers of dates you had posted in the cupboard for a year or so after I moved in. Sorry about that, too, I'm sure you'd be calling a few of them up now.
What else? Yeah, OK, dead busy for damned little cash. Crazy. But started a few things I've been meaning to do for a long time, and other projects are coming along. We'll see, happiness is a journey, not a destination. Too busy to be miserable, and generally when I get depressed is when I have free time and end up thinking of you. So I try to keep busy. Eve reading "Junie B. Jones" - I hate that kid, what a spoiled brat. And she never gets spanked in any of the books. I think Eve makes me listen to her reading them just because it winds me up so much.
Sorry. That slipped out. No kid talk.
Well, it was good talkiing. I mean, we didn't, but it feels like we did, sorta. Still love ya, hope your well, not TOO well though. A flaw in my character I must address. But god do I miss you. And thank god I'm soo busy or I'd be missing you more.
OK. See you. I got this. No? OK. We'll go dutch. I'm not rich. Not now. Kiss on the cheek? OK. Miss you too. Take care.