I awoke this morning to the tender trills of Ewok sex. Ok, maybe not. It was a 12 inch radial saw sputtering through cinderblock. Both images are equally disturbing at 7am. Early AM Activity makes as much sense in my mind as the dahlia frosted Rice Krispy treats I was eating when the racket began. Nero and I had just settled down for a summer snack. He with his fiddle, I with my sax.
Actually, the treats were tasty, but the little dahlia leaves kept getting stuck between my teeth. I needed to get them out with precisely placed charges of snap crackle pop.
"They're Great!"
Yeah, he was there too. I think he heard about the floor show. I understand slow Ewok can make a delightful snack.
"They're--" Yeah, we get it.
That space between sleep and wake is so precarious. The slightest imbalance can send the mind into a fur pile of space muppet nookie. Jumping from bed, I see my neighbor saw--using my back yard as his building block playground.
I grouse, but it's the price I pay. He's doing all the work and I still haven't made it down to the bank to get his money. I guess that has something to do with my 7am wake up call. According to Robert Frost, he's just made himself a really good neighbor. This is a great fence. My neighbor will be the first to tell you.
My neighbor is an interesting guy: big, brash, a scruffy bear circus barker. He shakes your hand and you check your wallet. Oh, it's there. He didn't take it, but he wouldn't complain if you gave it to him, and since you're already reaching back there to check it…
Yeah we don't do too many business ventures together. I think he tries though. Each time we talk he pins markers all over the conversational board. He's looking for ways around my wall. Good luck. MyUnwife will tell you that those walls are better than any block you can buy on the open market. Placing red and white Battleship pegs won't get you any closer to finding Rob's mystery fleet.
Still I need to start sharing a little more Rob. Especially if I want to get back out there and meet somebody. Tricky word banter and Aloof behavior only works in blogs and movies.
"I'm Batman."
"Yes, I know, but why don't you tell me about your childhood."
"I'm Batman."
"Where you ever a batboy?"
"Don't make me use my utility belt."
"oooh! I love it when you get rough."
Opening up is tough. Trusting people is tougher, especially coming out of a divorce. It's like going to Disneyland for the first time as a kid. It all looks wonderful and fantastic until that giant rat tries to scoop you up. Only in divorce, you find out that the rat is not just a weirdo in a costume, he's real. Now he's chasing you through the park while you're searching for Cinderella. If you can't find her before midnight, she'll give you the boot, right in the pumpkins.
Still I lead the chase. I know there's a Cinderella out there. I just have to open up and uncover her. As I find myself, I draw closer to finding her. One day I will. She'll appear in a crowd, and I'll drop to one knee and ask, "Do you still hear the Ewoks screaming Clarice?"
Yeah, I need to get more sleep. Rob's mind can be a horrible place. Especially at 7am.
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