To post or not to
To post or not to post... that is the question. I'm tired. Content... or as so can be expected given circumstance... but yes. I never did fix Jean-Paul's computer problem. He bought a system with Linux pre-installed for an unbelievably cheap price. I would normally issue a kudos to him for the bargain and superior operating system choice however, in this case I had to succumb to the 800 pound gorilla and assist with a Windows installation since all his notation software runs only under Windows. Apparently the little powerhouse penguin doesn't cater to professional musicians quite yet. After a temporary defeat, I came home for some regrouping and planning of the later day. I spoke with EL throughout the day and if given the ability to choose without consequence, I would be in Colorado and in her arms as I type this now... however, I couldn't make that happen and needed to find a way to pass the time between now and Tuesday. Gil and I were invited to Katie and Chris's fondue dinner. It was fabulous. The wine, fondue, and company was great. After we fondue'd ourselves to a cheesy nirvana, Katie brought out a vat of molten chocolate and fresh strawberries for dipping. Every second of every day is spent in the duality of my experience and that of fantasizing my experiencing the same thing with her beside me. Given the amazing social events transpiring before me, I needed to call her and let her know that she was there with me... although the dinner continued, an hour on the phone seemed as minutes and I miss her even more than before I unsnapped the phone from my belt. Later, the group wanted more wine and we headed for the wine rack residing in a local retailer. This is where our paths split. I wanted to see Harry and wish him Happy Holidays before jetting off to Colorado again. They wanted to take the newly purchased fermented grape back to the bat cave for consumption. Goodnight my friends. I was politely dropped in the village where I stayed for no longer than 30 minutes. I exchanged holiday hoo-ha with Eric, Jennifer, Kate, and various other familiars that recognized and greeted me on my way to Harry. Harry and I sat and spoke for a few minutes before I hijacked a Yellow Cab (for ten smurfberries) back to the house. So here I am... headed for bed... missing her and wishing her all the best things in life. As for me, I am about to sink into some very comfy cotton sheets and bury myself in a thick, heavy comforter... and hope that I hear the phone when she calls tonight. Waking up to her voice is the best. Bon nuit.
Craig and I are having fun watching your blog. This is so much like he and I when he lived in California and I was here in Tx. I hated being away from him and every single thing I did was something I kept thinking about doing with him. We found a way to work out the whole distance thing, and I’m sure you two will, too. Good luck.
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