Taking the Cure: A Good Lawyer and a Bottle of Champagne

I smell Friday...oh no, it's (M's) tilapia in the kitchen. I just got off the phone with a lawyer. We'll meet Feb. 8 and I will tell him my tale of woe; how mild mannered, trusting me was sucked in by an evil contractor and lost all of my insurance moneeeeeeeyyyyyyy. I intend to take one of the jacked up cabinets into court, along with the affidavit from another contractor and numerous photos of what was done to my kitchen and beautiful hardwood floors....I shall get even!

Hmmmm, that little rant felt good. I literally ran for an open door when the knockoff bell rang at the plantation today. The last 90 minutes at work was Dante'esque. The only thing worse would be to dream about it and I often have bad dreams about my days at the plantation. Oh woe is me. Will I ever get to Boston? I'd rather be a scullery maid on Beacon Hill than live and work here.

I have a bottle of Cristalino Brut chilling in the fridge...I hear it calling my name.

Sweet Dreams Are Made of You

Morning came in a fuzzy dream. I thank the gods or goddesses that be. Eyes wide awake, I often remember (B); consciously reliving moments of the sublime we spent in the little cottage at Highview. If I wrote about them here, it would all sound so trivial; the time he patiently tried to teach me to make beer and the night under the stars when he swore he could hear spiders moving in wet grass. We were together for a minute.

Together again, we were packing a faded yellow bug for a road trip. I loved our road trips - off to places I'd never been. I was only interested in going because it would mean time alone with (B) who talked away the miles and made me laugh so hard my ribs hurt. (B's) 'egghead' humor would be funny to no one but me. An ironing board and a bicycle lay on the floor where a backseat should have been. We were headed for the beach. It looked like Florida...

When I woke up I felt as if I was still in a dream, the way it felt when we were together; like none of it was real. It was all too painfully perfect. But seeing him again, even if only in a dream kept me warm all day lke a familiar blanket with holes but just right and irreplaceable. Just like (B).