3/7/20 17:38 39,826 above Georgia
I miss her already.
Yesterday, we went for a walk in a national park in Mexico City. The squirrels are tame. They approached us looking for a snack, but
Meli and I kept on moving, eventually she became scared of the little critters
who looked innocent enough, but like any real terror they play the part of the
cute creatures, taunting us, a horde of violent rodents, till we ran for our
lives. I miss her. We bought flowers and plants for her
apartment, and planted the new flowers in the bed outside her living room
window, hovering four stories over the street.
She appreciated all I did, but we worked together on the project. We are
a team and by the end of the night, we were exhausted. I don’t want to fly back and yesterday I
thought, what would it be like for both of us if we lived in Mexico? We could go for walks in the parks and share
meals together, and just be together all of the time, but I won’t make such a
decision since my children are back in the States. Meli and I have come to the conclusion that
having children is not a good idea. And
that is that. It’s based on a couple of
things, I already have four children and my age. It’s a fact.
From the flight map is appears we are approaching Athens, GA. The memories of the town. Athens is calling you. I bought a promo poster for REM’s album
Reckoning on Ebay for $30, it’s something I wanted for my collection for
decades, Letter Never Sent…I can share this town (Athens) with Meli and we will
share Yellowstone and Vegas and jazz concerts and classical concerts. On our last night in Oaxaca, we went to a
classical concert together, sat in the front row and walked back to the hotel
with some secret fears that it was night in the strange, colorful city and yet
we didn’t know what the ominous shadows may contain. Nothing.
We made it back to the hotel and shared a drink before falling
asleep. This trip was different compared
to the rest. I worked yesterday and
Thursday, actually we both did. She was
upset that her manager was asking for assistance while she was on vacation, and
both of us stirred the pot of resentment.
There is a baby crying a few rows back.
I recall those days and don’t really want them again. I loved my children when they were younger,
cute and little who were very curious and funny, and the baby falls back to
sleep for a few seconds. Tell us a story
Dad. And I would make up a story on the
fly and share something that involved them.
Tell us a story. I am grateful
since Bella and I are texting. Joe does
not want me to mention him in this blog, so I will respect his wishes. Emma and I are talking and I was thinking of
heading back to Long Island tonight, but will not. Turbulence as we approach North Carolina, maybe
next week I will get back to Long Island.
Let the music carry me away.
When I get my car and drive back to Bethlehem, I will put on REM. There’s a few songs I would like to listen
to. It’s getting darker and after 1800,
39,350 feet above Charlotte. Maybe it’s
time to have another glass of wine. Meli
is expecting some friends to come over, they can look over the bed of flowers
we planted and get a feeling that being a part from one another is never
easy. Yeah, flying above these Southern
states and the lights in the cabin are dimmed.
I released again and feel much better thank you for your concerns. I feel like watching The Joker again which I
took in on the way down to Mexico. The
flight is close to a sellout; we took our chances for various reasons to risk
the exposure to the Coronavirus. The desire to venture into the States, to get
back home, to escape from home or to see what Freedom appeared like from the
other side of a TV screen. Who can say that? We are hitting turbulence, but I don’t
care. My love is in Mexico and each
second I am flying miles away from her.
Thank you for reading this
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