Gemini 23° (June 13)


Last morning here on the lake and I’m so bummed to leave—I love it here so much more than I would have thought. It is a total wow. I took a long swim while S. went to the gym and then we headed down for breakfast where I had an omelette of duck confit, mushroom and chevre. Again a wow. We overate a bit knowing we wouldn’t have lunch and made a plan with the front desk to return. We set off and got to and through the border crossing with no issue. They took away our orange which was as dramatic as it got. I was not feeling my best while driving as my motion issues were getting the better of me. I was happy to stop in Barton where there is a great looking vintage jewelry shop I need to explore. We continued on through the Franconia notch and I was still a bit iffy but once we got through the slow bit and worked our way downhill my anxiety seemed to ease. Even driving for the next two plus hours, basically, in torrential can’t-see-nothing visibility, I was suddenly superfine. So I don’t know what the fuck comes over me at times; I do know it’s a nerve thing that shit’s for sure.

So, yeah, we got to Reading and I ran out to Pamplemouse for some pre-game cuz we were meeting the sis with the bro and the rents. Five in a car to meet Nancy at some restaurant with the word Heat in it. It was packed so I jumped out as they (very luckily right away) found a spot. I was met by two towny looking hostesses who couldn’t have been nicer and I explained: Incoming oldies. So they gave us this table to use as a weigh station while waiting for table which would be about twenty minutes. I wanted a beer (the place was basically all about it) so, with my dinner buddy being my father inlaw (which is a much better way to say it—subtly different), who asked for a bud lite on draft which obvs they didn’t have cuz this was the suburban equivalent of a craft-beer outlet which had to draw the line somewhere. Anyway father and I got to taste two beers and we ordered the better one. I felt I was kind of getting the hairy eyeball because they think dad has been losing it a little lately so I figure I’m the best candidate to be his dinner date; and so I spent the night chewing his ear off more than I’ve ever done before. In fact, I think I spoke to him more in just that eighty minutes together than I have since meeting him in 1984.

So that happened.

But, you know, I have stuff also on my mind. I have to get my list on for sure and tomorrow go through all the papers in my midst with their random notes to self. I might as well type them in here (as I’ve done in the past). And I need to map out the days. I have to institute a very strict schedule of units of time between now and carrying through the entire Boston to London to Suffolk to London to Corfu to Albania experience. I can do it. This is where I am right now in the process. So the first thing I will do is do this sort of thing. Everyday must include a little something about one of the Afterglow Insta-folk. I do want so much not to feel hurt by the chips falling a certain way in particular circumstance; but the reality of the situation is that, letting a little air in and allowing some time to pass, nothing is going to matter all that much on this front anyway. It should be a very progressive time, now, moving forward. At least that is my hope. And I must focus most ardently on books. I still have three weeks before embarkation and a month before hitting the boat. I must work on my calendar in coming days to make sure I hit all the marks. More magic can happen more quickly than that if I let it.


To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.


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