Florida Man
dear spydr…
…well, fuck.
DeSantis shut everything down. not that he isn’t right – he is – but still. now there will be no events. at least not in the next 30 days or so.
part of me wonders if you had a hand in that. florida has been behind connecticut in their response, so we weren’t expecting such closures until the end of the week, at the earliest. that he went ahead and beat everyone to the punch, including connectdadots, as we called it (still funny!), has me wondering. maybe a little, hm?
i’m still going to have wenda pick up the poster. if it has to be delayed anyway, then maybe i CAN be there for the eventual celebration. you know we’ll still do it. a masquerade, perhaps? i bet you’d have liked that. i’ll go as a wench, how’s that? maybe i’ll find some cute boots. -wink-
did i tell you they closed broadway last week? talk about insane. i can imagine the look on your face as you think about that. abject horror. i’m with you on that one.
i bleached my hair so that i can dye it bright and crazy red. i am the WORST blonde EVER. you’d laugh your ass off at this mess. i was just going to go have the bleaching done, but with everything closing down early, and salons being forced to shutter entirely, it wasn’t in the cards for at least another month. i didn’t want to wait that long. thank goodness mom used to be a hairdresser, hm? i figure, if i am going to play the role i’m playing, she can (as long as she is able, and willing of course.) bleach my roots for me. heh. it worked out nice. you know how much i love to have someone touch my hair. it’s really the only physical contact i’ve had in the last ten months, save a few hugs…but those are few and far between. now they’ll be even further between. booo.
that’s one thing that plays over and over in my mind and behind my eyes. i can hear you talking, telling me that you’re saving me hugs, that you love and miss me. i can see you in your work jeans stopping by mickey’s for a chat. i can see you in the last video chat, in front of the Den, ducking down to say hello with wenda so at least i felt like i was a small part of the party somehow. your words scroll over my eyelids when i close my eyes….
well, that was interesting. another i’m so happy to have loved you moment. each one is like a gift. i just spoke to Sweet Old Bob. he’d called sunday to ask if the news was true, but i was in no place to answer calls that day…and then the lines were down on me (and without wifi, you know how bad my reception is…) so i didn’t even know who the voicemail was from. (there were a few. i’ll elaborate on those during my goodnight letter…) i just heard it this afternoon, and frankly, it was heartbreaking to hear him. he was so full of doubt, so sure he had heard wrong. and he said that he had needed to check in with me, because if anyone would know, it would be me. he said y’all had been together just the weekend before, singing karaoke, and talking. he said it was a wonderful time, as always, and that he was aware of how close we’d become. i gave him a little laugh – i doubt he knows just how close, knowing you. if logan didn’t know just how close, then….. he did seem to have a decent enough idea, though. his condolences were so kind, and so sweet. it made me wonder. whatever did you tell him, you scoundrel?
for once, i don’t mind that mom has the news on from 4pm until jeopardy starts. everything is changing literally from moment to moment. what was true ten minutes ago is off the table entirely now…
ugh. laundry is done, and calling to be hung up. as i have that appointment tomorrow, i’d better make sure my knickers are clean and dry, hm?
love you, spydr.
lolak
…sugarz
Just curious.. what is lolak?
@albatrosswing something spydr used to send me when we were texting or chatting. “lots of love and kisses.”
@sugarz Sweet! <3
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