The day dissolves...
Many lovely friends have commented about my post regarding Joanne's nice surprise this morning -- the ultimate Valentine's card! I am humbled by so much pure kindness!
The day proceeded. I got her on the cell, suggesting lunch at a favorite beachside spot. We met up, me acquiring a pretty pink geranium to surprise her.
Well, J believes devoutly in excess/overkill/take-no-prisoners, so SHE turns up with a big bunch of flowers, a bunch of balloons, a singing electronic dog who wiggles his ears in time with the music, a bottle of bubbly (the little beach joint doesn't have a liquor license...and we're NOT going to complicate our/their lives by popping it there!)...
Voila! We're the center of attention (even though discretion prevailed re the champers...), which I don't much like, but AM thoroughly used to. We eat and move on...geranium barely noticed...
Skip to the two old pals who come in on schedule from the cold Northerly Reaches (read Canada); they arrive in time for a quick nap, while we prepare to party with six other local friends who know the pair who've come to visit.
We have a wonderful bash with everyone, a wild four hours together; visitors thoroughly feted! After the last dish is dishwashered and the trash exiled, the two guests off in their room, we re-surface, still a bit buzzed, catching Castle on TV. Then bed -- she in her nook downstairs, me to the main room upstairs! A few kisses and "love you" murmurs...but, fuck! OR NOT, as it developed...
Honest, friends, what's it take?!
The day proceeded. I got her on the cell, suggesting lunch at a favorite beachside spot. We met up, me acquiring a pretty pink geranium to surprise her.
Well, J believes devoutly in excess/overkill/take-no-prisoners, so SHE turns up with a big bunch of flowers, a bunch of balloons, a singing electronic dog who wiggles his ears in time with the music, a bottle of bubbly (the little beach joint doesn't have a liquor license...and we're NOT going to complicate our/their lives by popping it there!)...
Voila! We're the center of attention (even though discretion prevailed re the champers...), which I don't much like, but AM thoroughly used to. We eat and move on...geranium barely noticed...
Skip to the two old pals who come in on schedule from the cold Northerly Reaches (read Canada); they arrive in time for a quick nap, while we prepare to party with six other local friends who know the pair who've come to visit.
We have a wonderful bash with everyone, a wild four hours together; visitors thoroughly feted! After the last dish is dishwashered and the trash exiled, the two guests off in their room, we re-surface, still a bit buzzed, catching Castle on TV. Then bed -- she in her nook downstairs, me to the main room upstairs! A few kisses and "love you" murmurs...but, fuck! OR NOT, as it developed...
Honest, friends, what's it take?!