Paisley's Journal March 11, 2002

The Adventures of Paisley Blue It's hard to believe that six months ago today the world changed. It seems like it happened only yesterday, and yet it also seems like it happened a million years ago -- and life has not been the same since. A bunch of us watched the special hosted by Robert DeNiro on CBS with the never-before-seen footage from inside Ground Zero. It was very moving and just about all of us had tears in our eyes at one point or another. Our world will never be the same. Still, I like how it ended with a positive note as well as inspired us to continue supporting our troops in the war on terrorism. Well, maybe not everyone felt that resurgence of patriotic fervor, but I certainly did. That last entry got me into a bunch of trouble with CB. It's a long story but he wasn't too pleased to see those thoughts made public. *sigh* At times like this I feel like I can't please anybody. Michael was jumping my case so hard core last night that Mechanic had to get between us and felt compelled to defend me. The accusations and statements being hurled at me were not only unfair, but groundless and actually confusing. Apparently I made some communication mistakes with Wisdom on Saturday, which resulted in a wasted trip for Mechanic, Michael, and the gang who were going to volunteer to feed the homeless... and got turned away today. *double sigh* But I was off work for five days in a row. I called in sick two days. Friday it snowed and the whole building was shut down. Then came Saturday and Sunday. After a while I was getting restless and looking forward to getting back to the office. I enjoyed working hard all day today. It just felt good. Saturday Michael got called in to work and so Mechanic and I took the bus out to Wisdom's place. There was drinking and eating lasagna and playing Uno. We finally had to leave about ten after midnight to catch the last bus downtown. It was just a fun, fun evening. One of the bright spots for me was the verbal intercourse between Hamlet and I. He is a retired actor, I believe in his early 30's but I'm not sure, and he is gorgeous. I mean, he is drop dead gorgeous. It's interesting to hear his stories of back in the day on this stage or in that play. It's also interesting to hear his philosophies and ideas. He makes obscure references just to see if anyone gets them; I always feel excited when I get one. He is not as tall as Mechanic but taller than me, with a thin athletic build, long brown hair, a moustache and beard. He lives on the streets. In fact, he was a good friend of Hulk, before Hulk off and disappeared. Hamlet and I were flirting and it became quite obvious at the end of the evening. By that time I think we'd both had so much to drink that we just couldn't help but be obvious. *giggle* I've been attracted to him since the night I met him, which also happens to be the night I met Hulk. Wisdom knew all this that night. I'm sure he sat back Saturday night just inwardly laughing his katukas off. On the way home, Mechanic was telling me "you go, girl." It always seems to surprise me when a man is interested in me, yet it happens so often, you'd almost think I'd get used to it. Hasn't happened yet -- don't know if it ever will. *grin* I really want to record something that we did on Wednesday. Even though I had called in sick that day, the boys were anxious to drag me out to this little oceanside community called Westport. Oh my god! I fell in love with that town. I could imagine living there and being happy. The water smelled so good. The scenery was gorgeous. This little town is right on the ocean and it's like something out of a movie. We met some colorful folks there, and of course, there were docks and boats and seagulls and anchors and taverns with all these sea-going names. I just wanted to rent a place right next to the water and draw and watch the boats and go crabbing. Can you tell I got a little excited about this place? Mechanic and I have some plans that might one day lead down that path, too. It's like I can't wait to find out if they'll work but I wouldn't want to hurry the process because life is a journey, an adventure... and I don't want to miss a single bit of it. Well, I'm working late tonight. Could that be a stalling mechanism so I spend as little time with Michael as possible? *sarcastic smile* I keep telling myself its because I have all this work backed up... Well, I've got to go find Hamlet's email address and write to him. He's just too good to let slip away. Mmm hmm hmm. ~Paisley Blue P.S. -- I know... I'm bad. People tell me all the time... *big naughty grin*

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