Four’s Flights

 Friday
about passing out cold at the restaurant, you asked:  “Too much wine?  Too many pain killers?  Both?”

how did you guess???????????? So embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fortunately, the way I was sitting didn’t allow me to fall to the floor. I started getting sick to my stomach and fuzzy-headed, said “There’s something wrong” and just slumped over, gone. Woke up with F.  holding an ice pack against my forehead and the waiter and our two friends looking concerned — so WEIRD!!! Frank wanted to take me home but I insisted he let me lie down in the car and go finish his dinner. I’d only had half an endocet and half a glass of wine (“Guilty”,as it happens), on top of three glasses of water — thought I was safe, but there ya go, I’m a doofus. Rejoined them after about fifteen minutes but still didn’t feel right so finished the evening lying down in the car. Can’t tell you how happy I was to get into my bed when they finally finished the endless supper.     

  Actually, the woman who took us out, M. (a former client) was the one who came over the next day and bought one of my pots. She recently sold her house (probably 5 or 6 million) to some superstar’s boyfriend or something. M’s husband died in a freak driving accident some four years ago and I tried to keep in touch with her but she’s a city person mainly, only out here for family things, and since that was entirely too painful without her husband she disappeared for a time, calling us only once in a while about the house.  While her husband was alive she’d had a serious crush on F, though he denies it, but never actually made a play for him. Am sure if I’d gotten myself out of the picture she’d have been all over him. She did come out with an old boyfriend she recently hooked up with though, so she’s not so lonely anymore — am very happy for her. She was absolutely devastated — looks so much more alive and together now. Glad she has one of my pieces — glad to be able to give her enjoyment, and she certainly won’t miss the cash.
Sunday

Turned down a last-minute booking last night, just didn’t feel right, you know what I mean? The guy was all fussy and asking a zillion questions, supposedly for his wife, and wanted to know if they could just come see the place before committing and then hung me up for an hour, waiting for them to show up. I finally called him, he said they were still “thinking about it” and would be here in an hour. Three hours later he called me from the driveway, wanting to “look” again, at which point I lied and told him I’d already booked both rooms since I hadn’t heard from him. Oh, that’s okay he said, just wanted to see the rooms, so I showed him. He carried a notebook and a busy blackberry with him as if he were on an assignment and walked very fast, and creeped me out. He  was obviously impressed with the place and sorry he’d hesitated too long, but I got the feeling his wife was a real bitch (she never even stepped out of the car) and was glad I’d turned them away. The first thing those kinds of people do is complain. The second: sue. No thanks.

   Today was great — my friend A, came over and spent the afternoon glazing and firing, and his pots came out just great. I’m going to take pictures before I let him take the Raku dog he made home, it’s so amazing.

Terrific day, in spite of another tick bite. They’re out in force this year, the little army. Sometimes I think they’re set to take over the planet. Sometimes I wish they would (just not MY dogs).

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PS will read your story as soon as I can sit long enough — back is hurting too much right now — thanks for sending it though — am sure it will be, as usual, a stellar piece.

Monday

This time the epidural went well, no depression, no weird appetite changes, no death of taste buds, and I feel a great deal better, so the spinal thing seems to be working out for the best.

Checked in two new sets of guests yesterday and don’t like either set, unusual for me. One is a hetero couple, slightly Asian, with the Oh No we could Never leave our dogs in a CAR, and the other, a lesbian couple with the Oh No I could Never take my dog to the BEACH in the middle of the DAY fixations, obdurate, unwilling to even countenance a change in mind set.  Have lately been wishing I were out of the guest house business, but of course, finances say otherwise. I’ll just suck it up and deal and find ways to have less to do with the ones I don’t like. I get frustrated when I want people to change their ideas about their dogs (for the welfare of the dog) and I know they won’t and it’s none of my business anyway. Have been learning to stop giving a damn, and it’s working, but slowly, so I was annoyed and stupidly let it get to me. Remember when you said you could “feel”  people pulling at you even from town? I could “feel” them in the rooms and couldn’t get to sleep till FOUR even with double doses of go to sleep stuff!!!! Fortunately, F.  knows I’m supposed to “take it easy” so I can get some sleep today, but actually don’t feel bad at all and am eager to get into a regular dance routine as soon as possible (by Tuesday, I think), especially after seeing Michael Moore.

Saw an interview with Moore on Bill Maher last night — boy does he look like all bloody hell! But he talked about changing his life style so he would not fall victim unnecessarily to the health industry and does look as if he’s lost a bit of weight. He definitely needs plastic surgery though — his chins hang down to the base of his neck. UGH! I know he’s a great film maker and all, but sheesh — he seriously needs a visit to Dr. Anton. The other guy on Maher’s show was that republican senator, Ron Paul, who got the most tremendous applause from the typical Maher rogue democrat audience I’ve ever heard. He’s the only one of the whole lot of them actually telling the truth. Hate to say it, but I think I’d vote for him. Have to check him out for thoroughly first. Ever seen him?

 raku vase with begonia  🙂

bare berm

wild new garden, still scruffy — any suggestions (again)?

building a stone bench out of this tree well — any suggestions?