not many words tonight. more like crammed emotions settling into some hazy, time-constrained numbness.
tomorrow is the last day.
tomorrow is the last day. (she says it again, this time with emphasis.)
today was good.
last day at city centre and breakfast/coffee/long conversation with gareth about things that made me laugh and ponder.
then irish-themed christmas shopping.
then. susan and nantucket nectars. we met at clements. i can't tell you how joyous i was to see her shaggy green jacketed self walk in the door. that is the thing with choosing to keep your eyes open: they sting with tears a lot. you realise: there is susan and she is here and i am here and does she really know how much i adore her and what comfort it has been to have a constant for three months, down the street, always available for tea, shithead, and a laugh?
her car broke down. we sat, cold, in her car, waiting for the "rescue" truck to come, as i sang songs about just how full my bladder was.
then. home and a good fire. susan made dinner and mulled wine for trev, jenna, karin, and me. and i read two of my stories.
soon, my people came over: treena, merv, roo (rew?), mark, gareth, mike (and cary was sorely missed). oh the goodness of biscuits, guinness, patty griffin [treena accompanied "rain" with a big rainstick], and friends who i adore.
a good send off.
tomorrow is church at st. anne's.
an afternoon at mike and cary's.
a fantastic damien rice gig.
and packing.
so. there were more words than i thought possible.
amazing.
why am *I* sitting hear with tears streaming down my face when i have not been anywhere for 3 months???
safe journey, dear anne...
Posted by: persephone at December 14, 2002 07:55 PM
that stuff's so hard to get out, but thank you for finding it a way. i felt it. could almost see it, in fact. (and i've never as much as seen you {or anybody here at all}.)
thanks, friends.
good company.