We spent two hours on the water; today my arms and back are sore. The good kind of sore, deep muscle ache that means you really moved. I wondered what it would be like to live on the tiny island with the herons and the seals.
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In the evening I met T and B for drinks, too many drinks, and today I find myself a little wobbly on the pins as a result. But what other way is there to get through such a thing? I haven't seen B since about '97; he is in town just for a week and staying at T's place. I watched the arc of my emotional reactions to them both as the wine made its way through my blood.
Shawn sent me text messages throughout the evening to ensure I was okay, a sweet but completely unnecessary precaution. It might be emotionally risky to do this kind of thing, but they intend no harm.
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4 comments:
This is intriguing, but there are key pieces missing, like who are these people to you? I'm glad for Shawn's loving texts, and also glad that they proved unnecessary.Is T the person referred to in your title? Or perhaps one of the seals?
I think I left it out because I was uninspired to write all the backstory. Or maybe because I just do not really know who they are to me and am unspired to work it through just yet.
I'm a lazy writer.
I wish I was a seal.
I am jealous of your seals. What neat companions to have on your water venture.
Sometimes it is good to visit updated history, so you can update yours. I suspect...I hope that you had a good time.
I was very pleased to see the seals too. I know nothing about their migratory habits but I hope they will stay a little longer so I can see them again before it starts to get colder.
It was a good time, although I was resistant in the beginning. People that know me learn they have to push through the reluctance because I never want to see anyone. They knew me before I developed the reluctance but they still seemed to know the rule about being insistent.
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