Haven’t blogged in a long time, very little output since the winter down by the baseball field. A nice little winter it was, what one would call a happy camper all the time. As the snow was melting and spring approaching, one of my house sitting clients took a liking to me and we became a couple for some time.
It was very nice having a multi-millionaire girlfriend and living in a big custom home at the top of the hill with a stunning view of the coastal mountains and Kilarney Lake, but there were a lot of days when I was not that happy camper at all – and that was quite bothersome after spending so much time to sort things out in my life in my own mind. The thankful days were fewer and that simply can not be a good thing.
I am grateful to have had the opportunity to have someone listen to me about my past, it’s been a rocky road getting here. Hurtful enough to myself with a not so great diet and smoking, but falling in love with a woman that hurts me and probably more important, herself, is a valuable lesson learned.
The dream remembered from early this morning is of a valley with thousands of people streaming into it to help a girl standing on a terrace on the side of the hill, and me yelling, “you can’t buy me!” Got to be some sort of significance in that considering the the disparate income levels for the two of us, suffice to say that this morning waking up in the rusty old van again means the end for us a couple for at least a little while.
Vacations once planned together now near the last minute are changed to separate venues for each… sad, but hopefully lessons learned on both sides and I know that in many ways she has never met anyone like me and will use the knowledge to help herself.