A wet and wild Thursday, while the rain just keeps on keepin’ on. And the fun has just begun, as I understand yet another typhoon is headed this way.
Started out with more of my newest morning ritual of coffee with Swan at 0800. That’s always a pleasure, and yesterday was no exception.
When coffee time was over, I decided to take a walk and get a closer look.
I heard from the agent looking for a replacement tenant in my current digs that she has a couple of interested foreigners. One wants to know if I can move out sooner than October. I checked with my future landlord, who told me the house would be in move-in condition by September first. So, I passed that info along, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that someone will move in when I move out.
Not much else to do on a rainy afternoon but sit around and wait for beer o’clock. Except instead of the bars, I had an invitation for dinner with Swan at her/our place. When she was ready for me, I made the ten-minute walk in the driving rain while the wind rendered my umbrella pretty much worthless.
It was a nice evening for the most part. I did fudge up early on when I played one of my favorite songs by the Alan Parsons Project, Time. It’s the song that I hope will be played at my funeral. My mistake was mentioning that fact to Swan. She got very upset, not in an angry way, but she was quite emotional as she told me not to say that or talk about such things. Yeah, it was insensitive of me given her recent loss to mention my future mortality. I turned the song off, and went back out on the patio. She came out later, asked if I was okay, and gave me a hug.
I don’t want to feel like I have to walk on eggshells around Swan, but I do need to learn to be more in tune with who she is and how she sees things. She’s got a good sense of humor but doesn’t like me using “bad words.” She is also not fond of sexual innuendos. I’m going to have to learn to do better in both regards. Swan tends to take some things too seriously, and I’m one who likes to kid around, so hopefully, we’ll reach an understanding on some middle ground. But like I told her, if those issues are our biggest problem, we are indeed blessed.
Time Flowing like a river Time Beckoning me Who knows when we shall meet again If ever But time Keeps flowing like a river To the sea Goodbye my love Maybe for forever Goodbye my love The tide waits for me Who knows when we shall meet again If ever But time Keeps flowing like a river (on and on) To the sea To the sea Till it's gone forever Gone forever Gone forevermore Goodbye my friend Maybe for forever Goodbye my friend The stars wait for me Who knows where we shall meet again If ever But time Keeps flowing like a river (on and on) To the sea To the sea Till it's gone forever Gone forever Gone forevermore
I heard from the agent looking for a replacement tenant in my current digs that she has a couple of interested foreigners. One wants to know if I can move out sooner than October. I checked with my future landlord, who told me the house would be in move-in condition by September first. So, I passed that info along, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that someone will move in when I move out.
Well, that sounds like good news. Congratulations. September instead of October. The sooner, the better.
Dinner is served. Chicken cordon bleu.
Yes, that is impressive. Looks better than mine.
I don’t want to feel like I have to walk on eggshells around Swan, but I do need to learn to be more in tune with who she is and how she sees things. She’s got a good sense of humor but doesn’t like me using “bad words.” She is also not fond of sexual innuendos. I’m going to have to learn to do better in both regards. Swan tends to take some things too seriously, and I’m one who likes to kid around, so hopefully, we’ll reach an understanding on some middle ground. But like I told her, if those issues are our biggest problem, we are indeed blessed.
Obviously, I don’t know your situation in detail, but from my faraway perch, it seems you’re actively trying to make this relationship work. And you’re right: you both will doubtless end up having to make some compromises. That’s how relationships work.
Song-wise, I’m surprised you didn’t go for George Michael’s “Praying for Time.”
Kev, it remains to be seen if the move will happen earlier. Some folks came to look at my current place yesterday and decided it was too small for their needs. The agent says she still has two more prospects, so we’ll see. I’m motivated to find a replacement renter in order to reduce whatever liability I am going to incur for breaking my lease. I have a two-month deposit and one-month advance rent being held by my landlord.
Your cordon bleu looks good to me. I wish I had taken an inside shot like you did. That’s what really impressed me. It looks like a lot of work to make it come out right.
Yeah, I don’t want to give up the fight for Swan’s heart. My sense is she is worth it, and good things await me if I persevere. The only doubts I’m harboring are whether I am right for;her and have the ability to meet her long-term needs. Only one way to find out!
Thanks for the song link; I was never a big fan of George Michael and wasn’t familiar with this tune. Nice!