The universe is has a silly way of keeping me on the edge of my seat. Wandering aimlessly is not exactly my style. However, once I finally get to planning, or worse yet scheduling, time seems to speed up.
Standing at a truckstop at impending dusk en route. My back-up plan just left. I'm standing straight, holding my breath & playing with the loose strings from my bag. I'm 2 1/2 hours outside the city & even then it's at least 30 minutes to get to where I'm going. I told Kelvin I would be there for Game 7. Hopefully I'll make it for the last period, or overtime, or at all.
Was this a bad idea? Adversity. I will overcome. Rejection Therapy. I get rejected alot on the road. Sometimes I forget. Maybe I'm getting cocky. I have to call Kelvin, & let him know. Let him know what? Did he even get my message? Do the others know? Will I be imposing?
After at least an hour in fading light, strong silent Rafael qualms some of my doubts.
The moonrise is ultradramatic. A spotlight rising in the sky. There's a photoshoot on the mountains, or we're approaching the nightly Medellin thunderstorm.
A stranger welcomes me in. Typical. An Australian; even better! Mona wiggles as she wags her tail & Anna is making chocolate covered waffles in the kitchen. Yes! I forgot how much I love this place.
Hugs, kisses, & a firm headshake from a classy opponent. It's the middle of the 3rd period & the Boston Bruins are about to win the Stanley Cup.
A short time later, I am catching up with friends on a matress laid out on the terrace. Lightning, but no rain. "No! You can't leave before the weekend!" Do I have a choice?/Plans are for losers.
Homemade bread & peanut butter, someone's always cooking something up, always music being played. Where the door is always left open & there are siempre waffles.
Open arms are a great feeling. I should have never doubted. It's good to be back.