convalescing

convalescing

I must confess, I never dated a stewardess. I will add it to my To Do list. Right underneath date a girl named Coco. (Never did that either.)

My doctor agreed to let me extend my weekend vacation to six weeks.

Back at the hut, I have a housekeeper and two alternating cooks, dozens of friends who will check in on me. And a beach a walk away. Thus, I have the support group, fresh air, and sun that I need.

My best friend Titi, has started the process of finding a nurse who will make weekly visits. He assured me she would be young, pretty, and single.

While they were here, my daughter Cat and my ex Ally enjoyed using my debit cards (with my permission) as I rested, purchasing clothing online for my future vacations. Thankfully, they know my choice and tastes in designers and stores. The clothes were shipped last week.

Thus, I am traveling with a boarding pass, passport, and my laptop.

This resting and building my strength trip will be all about the three B’s.

1- Baptism

2- Beach

3- Books. Continue working on my current novel of eternal love and reincarnation and prep my sci-fi love story Paradox (written in boths forms novel & screenplay) for marketing to literary agents and Hollywood.

Will also do my best to surround myself with women. Hey! Man does not live by beach alone. I think some wise man said that.

The Beach Boy promises poetry and open comments on Monday.

is it time

is it time

how about now
I ask for the hundredth time
she always replies no
it makes me think
someone broke her heart
or she prefers to be alone
this man needs the inspiration of a sigh
the magic of a woman’s touch
sooner or later
my heart must love again
so I cling to hope
tomorrow I will ask her
is it time
beautiful metronome
my dear devoted friend