8/12/00 10:41 am
Occasionally, I forget that this [Palm]
device is also good for writing. I can feel the language; the thoughts
coming on faster than they can be written.
A nice evening/night with -----. She lit candles, put on music and gave me the most wonderful massage I've ever been lucky enough to experience. I went from cooing to giggling to bawling in an unchecked stream of emotional release (the main sadness evoking thought was that ----- would probably respond to my elation at wanting ----- to be my lifelong partner/lover/friend with dull neutrality and skepticism. at this thought I cried for a long while). We had leftover grilled pork ribs for dinner, then she played for me the videotape of her wedding. After that, I looked at the contents of the black guitar case in the adjacent room - sure enough, a guitar was inside. The high 'e' string was broken but we collaboratively repaired it and I managed to clumsily bang out a few numbers for -----, who sat beside me and beamed at me full throttle when I had finished. I guess she liked it. Then I (finally) showed her the photos I had collected together two weeks ago.
This morning when she got up (had to
see a patient) she woke me with her lips and the tip of her soft little
tongue. Then, just as I was ready to leave for work, she called me from
her cell phone to wish me a pleasant day and say "I love you."