Went shopping after doing angel stuff for lunch and ticking Lachlan off for the second time, for being a prat and behaving like a useless teenager. And then managed to get round SuperU without buying whisky despite the tempting display of 20cl bottles for €3 each, and getting marooned in the booze aisles looking for beer and juice which have been shifted completely elsewhere. Day 10 is starting to feel serious, I may even write to Belle. And get to Day 30, maybe.
Catherine’s 58th birthday. She said a prayer of thanks at meditation and made me feel bad - or slightly ashamed anyway : whatever its faults, this place and this community is lovely, and I’m very lucky to be a part of it. I keep thinking / behaving as if there was another much better one just up the road , the reality is there’s my old life or something like it, or here.
Thoughts of sex, affairs, localmatures, Asian masseuses , all day. Heat, sunshine, summer, solo again. Eyeing up the talent on my excursion today - need to smarten myself up.
Dark Matter by Blake Crouch (silly name). Entanglement. I always used to think Sukie and I were bound together, meant for each other, and that’s still there. Something broke, which we / I couldn’t fix, and in some ways the great question for me ever since has been was it my fault? what could I have done, should I have done, to stop it? Or that that too was meant to happen. And I felt the same way about Pol, a bit, and about Susanne, a lot I think, which is why it hurts as much as it does, even though we were together for barely a year (after Dijon doesn’t count, I’m not even sure after Mulhouse and the hotel Bristol counts). So I feel for Jason, searching for his lost Daniela, a grain of sand among a trillion. If I could step back, where would I go? Piraeus obviously, and Hydra, or Paros, and then tread very carefully perhaps. . .
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