Monday, July 20, 2009
Sorry to leave for so long, but it has been a whirlwind month for the Mojo. TeenQueen out of school, leaves the country, comes back, we go on vacation, come back, jump headfirst into a ton of overtime in Key West, back and forth to Miami, seeing friends, keeping company with a new guy (really an old guy, but that's another story entirely), hmmmmmmm.............you get the picture. Oh, and no computer either. Another Mac bites the dust....just a little accident-prone, that lovable TeenQueen of mine.
It's enough to give the Mojo a bad case of ADD!
I'm exhausted. It's my first day back from a week-long Daytona Beach vacation. Sun, surf, great food and friends, lots of relaxation. The TeenQueen was scarce, preferring to hang out with her best friend and barely touching base at the beachhouse. So HB and I (he's the new/old guy, details later) went to the beach every day and got a killer tan. Lots of great food and cooking and catching up with old friends from Daytona and the old job.
Now I'm back home. By myself. TeenQueen extended her stay with her girlfriend. HB went back home to Miami, at least for a few days. I got booked for many many MANY overtime hours in Key West. So it is Day One of a six-day stretch. Week One of a very busy two weeks. The silence in the house is golden. Only the sound of Bumby's nails on tile, and the occasional mewing of PsychoKitty. I love it. I don't have to TALK to anyone. If only the cellphone would stop ringing.
So who is this HB person? An old friend, we've known each other for ages. We worked together at one time, and more than once attempted a relationship that for reasons beyond our control, wasn't meant to work at the time. I always liked and admired him. He was the RIGHT GUY. Just always at the WRONG TIME. And you can't fight that. But we reconnected several months ago, and realized that IT-whatever IT was between us-was still alive and kicking. And hopefully this might be the RIGHT TIME, this time.
He's funny. He's cool. He's smart and sexy beyond belief, even 20-something years after we first met. And we're older and wiser and hopefully not a bunch of idiots to believe that things might work in our favor this time. Yeah, I like him. I like him a lot.
And that's all I'm going to say about THAT!!
Anyway, lobster mini-season is coming up next week. Our next big ER event. Until then, it's all about fishhooks and jellyfish stings and sunburn as a medical emergency. The boat is up and running, the water temperature is almost bubbling hot and the heat and dehydration can kill you.
Until the next phone call interupts, I enjoy the silence.
XOXO from Paradise!