I have my favorite fleece pull-over on. It's chilly in here after a restful night of sleep. I am going about my morning rituals with just me and the Maggie. My little Chewbacca. Clothes are gathered and put in the washer. Breakfast is cooked over my new stove which brings me joy in just using it. The bed is made with crisp sheets and silky soft covers and comforters. Maggie is then let out for her morning run and carries her favorite plush toy around the yard like some fallen hero. This is the usual me - the me without the trappings of a relationship and the exciting stories of George and the gang. Just my daily life going about it's business. It is comforting.
Speaking of George and the gang. I got a call from George earlier in the week that I never wrote about. I didn't want to belabor my readers with incessant babbling about my urge to drink and how George brings out that evil, alcoholic side of me. He had called to invite me out to the lake for a cookout. "We're having plenty of beer, burgers, and momma's baked beans," George had said. It was so tempting, but I knew I would still be drinking a week later from one simple cookout. I have no self control when it comes to imbibing. I am all or nothing. "Heard from Big S or Ferret?" I asked. "Last I heard Ferret is homeless again and Big S is hanging out over at Givorn's grocery everyday," George replied. I hated to hear that about Ferret. My old, less thought worthy, self would go running to champion his cause of gaining a home. I later realized I couldn't be the savior for my often homeless friend. Bouts of drinking intermixed with not taking his medications always had the same result: unemployment and homelessness. He never learns.
Heat advisories are out for us today. I was just thinking of my friend, Cheryl, and her vacation to Edisto Island. Warm, shell scattered beaches and cool, inviting ocean waters sound so tempting. I have been promising Rosa that I am going to take her to the beach soon. I keep telling her we are going to wait until the fall when the crowds are gone and the temperatures are more acceptable. "You're not bullshitting me about going?" Rosa will often ask when we get on this subject. I have to reassure her that I have a grand plan in mind. I also have to save up some money. Still, it is so tempting to just jump in the car and be at the ocean by day's end. One of the joys of living so close to the beautiful Gulf Coast. Be patient Rosa. The beach awaits us soon.