I had thought these little monthly summary blurbs were just filler. Just the connectors between Sept. 5 and May 1 next year when I intend to leave again so I wouldn’t have to dramatically explain my new situation eight months later. It seems no, there are still those out there reading along during my snowy lull. Of course, the only one I know for certain who is doing this is lovely Laura up in Boulder who reads these updates, well, let’s just say I think she has a vested interest in my thoughts here. So let the saga continue.
Where we left off last young Dyson was in a sad state. He’d had a wonderful first two months. Nostalgia touched them as the slow setting in of having reached his first goal had been achieved alone, and boredom gnawed at his fingers as he anxiously awaited his springtime adventure. But goodness was about, he’d found a home, job, friends, and women of the greatest sort in this fair mountain city gateway. But at our last look all of this had come to a head and a single party in which he consumed too much of the good drink had seemingly done him in.
Nay, patrons, good citizens, nay. This youngster will not be beaten that easily. The fight for life and good living is still strong within him, and fight he did with revelations to come out of it.
The first week of November was a destitute one. I had figured, even on the morn of the first that all between Laura and I had ended. An email the next day confirmed that as she noted my bad behavior followed with the desire to pursue a more lasting relationship, not one that has an end date in May. I agreed and wished her a fortunate and happy pursuit of a new beau, for I no longer held a place with her.
The next day young Julie, the perspective walker for next year, notified me then that she was going to go it alone. A friend of hers was upset to hear she would be leaving with some strange guy instead of her and along with that the love of her life from two years past had reentered her life, so I wished her fair travels on her sojourn.
From these two events I decided I would cease to partake in the good drink. It wasn’t these two events alone, but in the past there have been occasions when the following morning had met with close friends not speaking to me after I’d spoken things I’d thought with little tact and left me with little memory of it. I didn’t think I had a problem with the good drink, I simply felt its time had come and gone in my life. I even attended an AA meeting just to see what all of that was all about. After hearing stories of everyone falling into destitute states in their lives, losing everything, and talking with them it was confirmed by them that I didn’t have a problem, but they were happy with my decision.
My first test for this was when a favorite band of mine came to play in the city, The Twilight Singers, with their second album after four years of waiting. I could find no one to join me so I went alone. Concerts on your own are sometimes quite lonesome, but I had a good time. Behind the bar I found a tasty beverage and wrote and chatted with folks until the music kicked up and off to the front I went for some dancing. T’was a good night, and by the end I was a happy child again as I returned home.
Home; here was another issue. The house I moved into had become infested with mice. The commute to work by bus was becoming quite an annoyance, and the roommates I shared the place with were, although nice enough people, very much tightly knit with their friends with little room for another. It was very akin to going to a party where you knew one person and they knew everyone else and hadn’t seen them in sometime. You suddenly find yourself unable to ingratiate yourself into the mix and after a bit feel like you’re imposing and in the way so you end up milling about with a glass to sip on looking for someone else with the same destitute look in their eyes to talk to whether they’re an interesting person or not. Living under those conditions was not acceptable to me so I moved out mid-way through the month.
Now the tide of the fight returns. After a week of no word from Laura I decided I should make a humble attempt at contact to get all items back into the appropriate hands. I sent a simple email saying this and expected either something curt and to the point of we’ll meet here, exchange, and be done with each other, or something else to that affect. I was elated when I got her response which was not only jovial but sounded quite happy I’d written. We met that Wednesday, and by the end of it all was clear that our time together was not yet at an end.
And what of my good friend Melanie? Through all of this she was a trooper. She felt awful the day of the first as well. Her and a friend had split off to a meat market type bar and drown herself in groping men in frightening costumes. We immediately decided a Jack Black movie was in order to lift our spirits that first of November which did us quite well for our dampened moods. We took to board games at the coffee shop and movies at night. She even decided that she’d join me on my walk in the spring to Seattle.
So now all was well by the middle to late ends of the month. Around the 15th or so I moved into my new place with a very clean and talkative roommate not more than five blocks from work. I had my Mel to accompany me through the Rockies come spring. And my Laura was back in the picture again. Granted we were now daintily tip toeing our way back into the waters with each other, and there were games, and still are, of not getting wrapped into one another given our drastically separate lifestyles, but I think we’ve definitely decided to not look at May as an end all be all dead line date of acquaintanceship.
I wrote a little blurb on these matters in my little notebook to help remind me the way life goes with me. It was something to the affect of not preempting something I foresee too far off into the future, as I tend to do, but to deal strictly with immediate problems and be prepared for things I might see. Too often have I cut people off because I’ve foreseen that something annoying to me then would grow into a great burden rather than wait and see if it goes away or if I grow to like it. I’m rambling now, so I’ll get to the crowning event of the month.
In the last week, as Turkey Day approached, I got a very special visitor from back east. Me mother and her husband flew in for the great feast the day before Thanksgiving. I showed them around the town the first night, then brought them to a fine fancy buffet of turkey, beef, pork, and shrimp amongst other things for the feast. Over the next few days they were here we were able to get up into the mountains and see Red Rocks, Garden of the Gods, and Winter Park. Then on Sunday, their last day in, we went to Boulder and poor Laura got a questioning like she’d never received.
It was kind of funny afterward when I talked with her because I felt bad she’d gone through that, especially with whatever our association was to each other at the time, because she thought it was fun but felt bad that she was boring me having gone into interview mode, but she loved my mom. It seems our reading of each other needs a bit of a tweaking to get all that self-consciousness out of it. Ah well, so that was the month of November.
Coming soon in the December edition – A Christmas in Denver, will Melanie really be going on in the spring, and young Dyson is back on the road to St. Louis and Austin for the holidays. Stay tuned.