May 28, 2009
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Both my parents grew up in the midwest but moved to the Pacific Northwest in their teen years. Maybe my dad was younger. My mother moved to Seattle and my dad moved within a mile of where I live now. His sister grew up and moved to Berkeley so as a family pretty much the only places we traveled to were Seattle, California, and the Oregon Coast.
And that’s great but where I think I belonged was Florida. Specifically, Lake Worth. That’s where I want to live. At least part time. I was with my youngest, in the Tiki Hut out by the pool, when along came a young man with a friend who was more my age. I think all the tables were taken so he sort of planted himself at our table which was the tall kind with the bar stools so it didn’t seem like he was inviting himself into our space as much as just happening to stand in the same vicinity. Once he set his beer down, which wasn’t until the second one, his friend took a seat, bringing a look of disproval from the young one.
I’m going to call him Samial, the young one. Anyway, I’d been there a week and now the youngest had joined me for the weekend. I am gushing about how much I love it there when Samial says, “You should get a little place. Spend half the year.” I tell him “I couldn’t afford anything around here” and that’s when he tells us about Lake Worth.
I get confused about where he says it is, so he gets my cell number and says he’ll send me an address and I can use my GPS to find it. I forget all about it but the next day my daughter says my phone, which she has had to borrow as hers is somehow broken, has a text. I never text and don’t have my glasses so I tell her to write something back. He responds and she responds and then we leave to go swimming. The next day I take her to the airport and on my way back he texts me that I should come for reggae.
He had said to us at the table that we should come out with them but I waved it off saying we couldn’t possibly, and that I’d bought grouper I needed to go cook. But on the way up to the room we both said we thought it would be fun. She told me I should go if he asked me again. Well, you know how I love to dance and you just don’t get good reggae around here so I went.
He seemed different, definitely drunker. He’s a great dancer and lots of fun. Great conversationalist when he’s not too drunk. I think he’s a good guy but it’s hard to tell. He says all the things a woman likes to hear which trips my radar. But he seems genuinely like a good person so I have continued to stay in touch, mostly texting.
He left for the Indy 500 the night before I left to go to Pompano and is with a bunch of friends but he still texts me every day. It’s kind of addicting.
Comments (3)
You DO manage to live an interesting life! Have fun with it.
This seems very intriguing and right up your alley for mystery. I think this will be very interesting!! Welcome back, missed you.
sounds like you had fun! love your sense of adventure!!! re: the chinese character. you can do it a couple of ways. there’s the old fashion way- copy it from the book, enlarge it to the right size, make a template and paint it on the wall or you can find it on the internet in the classic look, copy it to word, enlarge it or project it on the wall, trace it on, and then paint it. projectors are about $40 at michaels. they are easy to use and you have the most control over size, etc with them. lemme know how it works out for you!