Five-thirty…and oh! What a gorgeous, beautiful evening.
The magical corgi and I loaf on the back porch, beneath a sky richly decorated with fluffy clouds: High gray clouds reflecting the orange sunset, so beautiful!
Just back from the Albertson’s shopping center, down on the corner of Slum Drive and Commuter’s Way. The crummy apartments across the way are unusually quiet and even look almost tidy. The trains ramble up and down Slum Drive, bearing commuters and tired panhandlers. Cars and busses shove their way across Commuter’s. And I wish my mother were here.
Oh, my! How she would have enjoyed this evening’s ramble!
She wanted me and SDXB to move into those apartments, when we first decided to shack up together.
I’m crazy, but I’m not that crazy. Instead, we went in together to occupy one of the pleasant, middle-class block houses that make up the single-family housing here. And I’ve never regretted it.
Truly: I do love this place. You couldn’t get me out of here, not unless it’s to cart me to the mortuary.
SDXB thought Sun City was about the best thing he’d ever seen. The endless roar of F-16’s didn’t bother him: he was an Air Force boy and frankly, I think he rather liked that racket.
Once he got ensconced out there, he took up with New Girlfriend: also about the best thing ever to come along…or rather the Best Human. She is a lovely person…and truth to tell, her personality is such that she’s perfect for him. And her advent relieved me of feeling guilty about letting that damn-near-marital relationship wilt on the vine. Thank you, Lovely New Girlfriend!
He’s not so well anymore: stumbling along under the weight of the years. How much longer he’ll last is anyone’s guess. Will he outlive N.G.? Uhm…could be. But then what? Unclear to me.
I’d kinda like to cultivate a stronger friendship with her, so as to be here for her when SDXB’s end arrives. And yet…and yet…no, that doesn’t seem quite right.
Maybe, somehow, she and I will become 24k friends after he’s gone. I dunno. Unfortunately, Sun City is so damn far away from the Funny Farm that it would be hard for us to get together often enough to build such a friendship. But…well… I do wish her a future of strength and happiness.
Long may she thrive!