To be discovered.


More will be revealed.

Carolyn pointed this out to me tonight.

Man, it was good to see her.

She and John Ater are hosting my going away party and now she too is getting, the well, what is she, meaning I, going to do when she gets there?  Is she moving for good?

Is it just a visit?

I do not know folks.

I will have to discover what will happen.

I know this much, Barnaby got a hold of me today and said, “I got you a job.”

Well, right on.

That was totally unexpected.  It was followed up by send him a letter and let him know how competent you are.

I can do that.

I am competent.

And it is not necessarily the job that I am interested in, but it is a job and it certainly does not have to be forever.  It can just be for the moment.  It can also be a precursor to what is happening, that there is stuff happening, that I will have employment, that I am, in fact, being taken care of.

I made another connection a few days ago from a friend of a friend who now lives in Paris.  We have connected and I will touch base with her when I get to Paris.

Further, she told me what service to get for my phone when I am over there.


It has been suggested I put my Iphone to sleep and get a burner phone over there.

Over there.

I do like how that sounds.

Although right now over there sounds like my bed, or the Master’s bed, as the case may be.  It is not really my bed, just where I lay my head, and my head is weary.  It was a long day, a fun day, but a long day nonetheless.

About an hour and a half ago I got tired.

I was still in San Francisco and I did not want to get on the BART to come to Oakland, but there was no other way I was getting home, I forgot my head phones at work and my book on the table at Graceland and I just got to make do with the interesting panoply of people on BART after the Giant’s game.

And now I am listening to Mexican carnival music.

It sounds like they have a calliope playing next door, or pan pipes.

Maybe it is Andian music.

It is actually rather sweet.

And tomorrow, I will sleep in.  My body won’t settle for anything less.

I say this now, but I may have to get up early.  I am off to Coastanoa for Tami and Alan’s wedding.  I do not yet know what time Joan is coming to get me.

But I do know that I get a whole day with Joan and that is just splendiferous.

I am very excited.

Despite not having enough brain power right now to even figure out what I am going to wear.  The bride is the show piece, I just want to look presentable.

And wash the bed head out of my hair.

Funny enough, I got quite a few compliments on my hair style today.

Maybe I should go to work rumpled more often.

Although I can do with out the sour kraut juice.  I have my messenger bag in the wash now.

I will say I was in a great mood all day long.  I flirted like a crazy woman.

With babies.

A papa came into the shop with a baby boy, just 9 months, blonde hair, blue eyes, long downy lashes and he looked right at me and I smiled and he smiled and he cooed and grabbed for me.  His father took him right out of his carrier and handed him off to me.


I could have spontaneously conceived on the spot.

The most luscious little monkey and a super flirt.  He snuggled right down on me and cooed and chatted and smiled.  I was in love.  I was right in the middle of drowning my womanly hormones in eau de babe when Lauren walked in.

I got a huge Lauren hug and we talked Oakland and coffee date and must see each other soon.  I am down.

The clock is ticking down.

The time is fast approaching.

I am holding steady, partially out of exhaustion, but mostly out of the unreality of it still all sinking in.

I did practice tonight though, when I saw John Ater outside of Starbucks on 24th and Noe I double kissed his cheeks.

That is how the French do it, I better get used to it.

And Carolyn is right, more will be revealed.

Maybe I live there ten years.

Maybe I live there ten days.

I do not know.

But I am going to live there.

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