Keeping in touch...

It's difficult without internet. I've been writing my thoughts in my little black book lately...even more so, turned on to photo documentation again. However, sans internet, I now so vow to type while at home, post while enjoying the wi-fii and beer of others...

Oh sweet world. Hmmm….

I just returned from two days away, an escape towards bliss. It was beautiful. After a full day at the winery I was greeted at my house by a beautiful man with flowers in his hands…( he gave me potted flowers, enough said. He had left me a message to have a bag packed with a swim suit, some hiking shoes, and something warm and to wear something nice, he will be there to pick me up at 7:30. So, five minutes early, he helped me put my pet in its cage, load up my stuff, we put his music equipment in my storage for our Tuesday return, and we made our way towards downtown napa. A bottle of wine in hand, my eyes closed, we skipped to restaurant Allegria where he had reserved the best table in the house: within the private vault of this refurbished old bank. It was beautiful. Over candlelight we dined on crab cakes, fresh greens, skirt steak satay, fresh bread and olive oil, and saffron pasta. We started our drive to the coast with our current favorite cd blasting and chocolate in mouth, accompanied by a night sky full of stars. After a quick stop at Skaggs Island, we decided we better try to check in before midnight at our inn. I had no idea where we were going, but I could taste the salt in the air as we winded up the 101. We pulled into Stinson Beach about 12:30 and the door to our room at the Redwood Haus was left agar for us. I love waking up with this man. It is always after a restful sleep…something about his presence puts me at ease and I sleep so soundly. I’ve even turned into a nap taker while he’s around. And we wake up singing and giggling and grateful for the day. So on this Monday morning, we got on our hiking gear, headed downstairs for some breakfast, then set out on Mt. Tamalpais. It was a great morning with fog then sun, a bit of getting lost, steep ravine and dipsea trails that led to an afternoon of play at the beach. Saul likes to use and feel his body as much as I so we cart wheeled, played Frisbee and invented a new lacrosse-like game even. After he jumped in the ocean and this chicken stayed ashore, we took a siesta and reinvented 4:20 to our liking. I snuck away for surprise espressos before our hike back to get the car. The conversations with this man are incredible. He is quickly becoming an incredible friend. And it scares me. And its comfortable. And it awakens my soul and it hurts my heart. He lights me on fire and he soothes me completely. And it scares me but I jumped in completely anyway. So we played Beemo out on the cliffs, Saul had to hurdle the fence, and we headed back to clean up. Before another outing I got to see some footage from his last show. This man in a suit, playing blues with some incredible musicians is a captivating experience. But we tore away for some oysters by the sea side. Another reason I appreciate this lovely one? I order us beers, he orders us shots of patron, we both want half raw and half BBQed oysters, no sauce, just garlic and butter and spice. We fit. He even dances with me in the middle of restaurants when I ask for his hand. So he teaches me blessings in Yiddish to honor our alcohol and aphrodisiacs and we play rummy for hours. After meeting every possible person in the bar, we decided that a warm bed and a movie was the next best thing. So we laughed all the way home and were probably way too loud trying to pick the best VHS in the Inn and make cinnamon toast, but we found ourselves watching Alien Resurrected for a maximum of 15 minutes before falling into slumber. This morning we were awakened by the Inn keeper playing his trumpet outside our window (Saul and him really hit it off, but he gets along with just about anybody and everything, except dairy). After a talk about how people wake up and watch the news and how terribly depressing that can be, we decide to start our day with a little Roy Rogers video. Much more pleasant . So we laced up our running shoes and greeted the day with a jog…to run out the tequila, beer, wine, and mudslides from the night before…and raced along the beach. This time I swam. It was incredible. First time in the ocean for 2008…I couldn’t believe it! We shared a hot shower, packed up our things and headed down the street for a bite to eat and some much-needed coffee, realizing it was already 2 in the afternoon. We shared some pokey and a steak sandwich and fries, some more kisses and laughs and made our way back toward home. Our timing being off, we had to stop in San Rafael so he could teach an online guitar lesson. He hunkered into a wi-fii café and I walked the streets and bought a new dress for work. I found him some new albums too: Ray Charles sings the blues and some Van Morrison, so now he’ll fix his player. Now I’m back in Napa, sipping some tea after unpacking some things. Saul’s doing another lesson before his show tonight which I will head to later. And tomorrow morning I will begin two days of double-shifters and he will leave. And I will miss him. Like I already do. I already do. And it scares me. And I don’t care. But it hurts, it is painful. And I am so full of pleasure when I’m beside him. Hmmmm…