Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Michael is away on another business trip in St. Petersburg, Florida courtesy of the Bill Gates Foundation. I have gotten used to it this summer. His little mini trips away have afforded me some alone time and food orgies. Good. Still, this 120 year old Painted Lady Victorian home gets even bigger when he is away. It makes noises and creeks even from a calm wind. The squirrels antics on the roof and in the attic are amplified. Their fast little pitty-pats pound like thunder. I'll have to admit, I turn on all the lights at night and leave all the televisions blaring when alone here. Bright house. Distraction. Alone, not lonely.
The cats are a great source of entertainment, but they really can't answer my questions, engage in conversation, or fetch me another glass of wine. I have to get my own wine. A woman's work, this old house, when alone.
So, on this particular night, as my fangled food orgie concoction simmers away on the stove, I can't help but think back to our time together on the ship a few weeks back.