Now I’ve REALLY gone and done it

Perhaps it was her Australian accent; her tall, thin, warm presence; perhaps it was that she approached me on my 51st (edit the second) day of not inhaling smoke. Whatever it was … Toni had me. I was hers.

Which is why I am now a member of the New York Sports Clubs! What the … how did this happen? Oh yeah, and I offered up three names of people I consider friends (hehehehehehehehe and mwahahahaha too) because then I got a new backpack (which I needed and wasn’t sure where I would get one from as my favorite store for such things seems to have vanished …). Inside were the following sundry goodies: a little towel, a cap, a water bottle, and a pair of ear phones (!). How cool is that?!? All my friends will have to do, after all, is say “No thanks, Me Explorer’s a bit of a nutter, you know” … and I don’t need to buy a new backpack, but can proudly sport the logo of my new club.

The selling point could have been that one of my coworkers belongs and really likes it there a lot, especially the classes. But that wasn’t it. Or the fact that it is approximately 150 steps from the front door of the office building where I work. No, that wasn’t it either. The selling point was:

They have rowing machines!

Okay, enough about this. I need to go shopping today/tomorrow. I need to buy sweat pants. And a sports bra or two. I gave them plenty of notice that I am a puddle in the fitness department, so all is well.

Have a grand day. Here’s last night’s pen stuff.

*Edit bit* Today is actually day 53 of no smoking. Toni approached me in front of the building where I work on my 51st day; I kept my appointment with her and signed my life away on the 52nd day. Sigh. Righto … you know what to do. *Edit bit over*

Tonight’s conversation (it’s been Friday all week)

Exuberance
occasionally remembering grief
is gracious from time to time

Seeking the monastery
after such a clear flight
call me self-centered and I’d say
it rings true
I wish the same for you

Now I rest quiet
sifting through the chronicle
of a crucible passage

I wish guessing where someone comes from
could be worth a million euro
you’d have it made in the shade
it has to do with gyms and nicknames
a city on the other side of the world

Hold on
I’m holding fast
it gets so beautiful
I’ll hold on so close and strong
it’s my reason for all of it
you know
and I just can’t let my dreams
go to dust

Dream plays
lights fanciful dancing on
over and around you
at the center of all
confessions of one woman
madly in love and suddenly
self-centered and you
are with me
centered in my vision
of from now on