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Cleveland to Syracuse Part 3

[Phil was driving half way across the country to our hometown in a hurry in the middle of the night, trying to get there before his dad died.  I was talking with him, helping him stay awake.  This is the third  part of the conversation.  I am stretched out on my bed talking with him.]

I said I wish it had not been so cold when he visited, that I had wanted to do something romantic out on the balcony.  But we might never have gotten to dinner.  He said that would be been all right.  (I don’t believe that).  He said he could have gotten a quick lobster roll somewhere.  He wanted to bend me over the railing.  I wanted to get a blanket and have him fuck me into the concrete.  He said he loves it when I say fuck!

He was amazed how I fit so much into so few hours during his visit.  He had parts of three days to show me around D.C. and I only had about 5 hours here.  I told him I was amazed the timing worked out.  He agreed, especially because he’d met me an hour later than he’d thought.  I apologized that I got him back so late.  He apologized for falling asleep on the way back.  I said that was fine, that it was sweet that he trusted me to drive and not worry, just relax.  He said he’d been in a cab in Israel, nothing that went on in a car was scary after he survived that.
Then he talked about how there was so much sexual tension in my kitchen.  How he liked that.  I asked if it was weird for him to be in my place, if that made him nervous.  He said no.  He’d been nervous to meet my husband, but that went fine.  He was fascinated by my husband’s computers.  I said I’d missed an opportunity in the kitchen to drop to my knees.  He said “Yeah, you should’ve taken my dick down your throat and sucked it dry.”  I told him I thought he didn’t want me because he didn’t initiate.  He said he wanted me desperately but was afraid to rush me. I asked if he thinks I am too forward, if he’s really not that interested but humoring me, and he said he doesn’t think I am forward enough!  He said he isn’t used to a woman who will let him do anything, so it’s hard to initiate for fear of being rejected.  I said he should know better by now.  He said he often wonders what I want, and wishes I would tell him more, and that I would tell him afterwards how it was, and what might be better.  I said I wanted the same thing, that I often think he doesn’t want me, and he said, “nothing could be further from the truth.”
I said I need to learn more, wished I’d been able to make him cum with my mouth.  He said it was wonderful, anytime he can lie back and watch a beautiful woman sucking his hard cock, it’s a good time.  He said I could easily have gotten him to cum if I’d told him, again he wasn’t sure I wanted that.  I told him I was writing that down.  I said, “at least I got to taste you.  It was very sweet.”  Told him that we have to talk more in bed, make these things clearer.  He said any time I want something just tell him. I said he should tell me what’s good, what might be better.  He promised to try to do that, but said it’s often hard to think when we get going.  
I told him about my memories of that night, his touching me so gently and then spanking me the one time.  He said it seemed like the right thing to do to a sassy girl.  I talked about watching his gorgeous butt while he washed up, that I know he works so hard to keep up, of biting it.  He growled and talked about fucking me from behind, feeling his balls slap against me, watching me claw at the comforter in ecstasy.  Oof.  That made me twist on the bed.  I told him I’d missed a chance there, too, to grab my massager and make him vibrate.  He said he would have put it between us, on my clit, so we’d both get the vibrations.  I told him I was thinking about inserting the tip in his ass.  He moaned.

He breathed a bit heavier and asked if it was legal to drive down the road stroking his dick.  Hee!  I admitted I was never sure if he kidding when he said that or if he was really doing it.  He said he was really doing it!  He whispered he hoped I had my hands on my slit, fingers inside.  He’d love to watch that.  I made some noises to let him know he was driving me insane, told him how wet he made me.  He said he never had any trouble doing that, even way back when. He softly asked if I like having his balls slapping against my ass.  I said I love the sound, the skin on skin, the heat.  I made more noises and writhed on my bed. 

I told him I’d been thinking about going back to camp with him, not right now in the cold, but in the summer.  Spreading a blanket out in the field and looking up at the stars, until he could blot them out with his face above me and use his body to take me to them.  He spoke reverently about our time there as teenagers – my overalls, his hands on my ass and my perfect tits, like softballs.  More like melons, I said.  He chuckled.  
He said I probably should get some sleep, didn’t I have to work in the morning?  I said no, that I have these two weeks off.  I had worried that he was trying to say he didn’t want to talk anymore, but once I explained that I could easily stay up and didn’t have to be anywhere, he went right back to the where we’d left off.
He talked about the different places we found to make out as teenagers – at camp, on the bus, over by the elementary school, at church in the basement.  He talked about the notes I would give him in school.  NOTES?  He’d never mentioned that before.  He said I would give him a little piece of paper at school that said, “Come to choir practice early, meet me in the choir room in the basement, and I will make you very happy.”  He said he did and I did.  He said he couldn’t believe how uninhibited I was.  That no other girl would let him do anything except kiss them, and I let him do anything he wanted except go down on me or have sex.  He marveled again at our bus ride, cuddled together in the back seat, how he had his fingers inside me, how he tasted me, how he kissed me with my juices on his lips.  How he should have put a jacket over my lap, leaned over and sucked on me.  How he wished I had touched him.  I asked if he had played that out in his mind over the years, and he said many times.  And other endings as well.  But he likely would never had gone all the way because he was so paranoid about getting a girl pregnant, and there was no way to get any protection.  But he thought if he’d ever had the chance, he probably would’ve done it.  But that we both weren’t ready at that point.  
He talked about how different teenagers are nowadays, how his daughter’s friends are so open about doing and talking about sex, being naked in his pool.  They call him “Mr. Phil” and get away with all sorts of crap at his house.  He told me about a videotape he found of his daughter’s friend giving the girls a lesson on how to give blow jobs, demonstrating using a beer bottle.  And then how to use the same bottle as a masturbation aid!  She came by as he was finishing watching it and said, “Uh, Mr. Phil, did you watch that entire thing?”  “Yup.”  “Oh. Gonna tell my parents?”  “Nope.” No shame, no apology, just kept on walking.  Only a little worried about her parents finding out.

I asked if any of them had come on to him, and he said no.  He said he was not shocked by anything they do, and his wife was a teacher and had seen it all in school too.  He said it is very rare for anyone now to get to age 14 being a virgin!  I said we had project people, geeks, who’re late 20’s and still haven’t done it. 
I asked him how he managed to leave Sally at home for this drive.  He explained that someone had to stay with the dogs, as they’d just gotten adjusted to the house, never been alone a night or been to a kennel, don’t have the shots to be kenneled and they don’t know anyone yet who could pet sit.  And that she hates being in the car so long and he doesn’t mind it and it was actually fine with him if she didn’t come.  I said I appreciated it, not that I matter in the scheme of things but it had certainly been good for me to talk to him.  He said I do matter.  And that it has been way better for him this way.  That he’d much rather talk with me any day.   
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Cleveland to Syracuse Part 2

[Phil was driving half way across the country to our hometown in a hurry in the middle of the night, trying to get there before his dad died.  I was talking with him, helping him stay awake.  This is the second part of the conversation.  I am sitting at my desk in the living room.]

Phil was quiet for a few moments, and I worried that he was falling sleep, so I started asking questions I had been wondering about and bringing up whatever I could to keep him talking.

I asked what happened to his truck?  He said it’s sitting at his daughter’s, will stay there until he gets back to the beach in May.  He will drive it out to the midwest when it’s warmer. 

I asked about how his Christmas went.  He said it was rushed, as he was still closing up the house and taking things to storage until about 2:30 pm, then dashed to his daughter’s for presents and dinner.  He said he got an iPad but hadn’t taken it out of the box yet.  He got more football logo clothes.  He said he had dropped something on his toe and broke it!  I said he was supposed to mention stuff like that to me when it happens!  He said he has done it so many times, he doesn’t think much of it anymore.  Nothing to be done about it.  
He talked about how he got up at 6 am this morning and was on the elliptical at the gym by the time I messaged him at 6:30 am.  He talked about how all the moving boxes had shown up at their place yesterday.  How everything arrived intact except a pair of $135 Ugg Boots disappeared out of a box of shoes.  He said the packers were awful, padded stuff because they get paid by the box, but didn’t pack right, just tossed in papers on top and how that upped his weight and cost more.  But they lucked out because the movers were careful.  He said he’d hoped for a break during the day, but they pestered him constantly about where to put what and things didn’t fit where they’d planned and so forth.  And then the phone rang about 1 pm telling him his dad was on his last legs.  He spent an hour on the phone trying to get a flight, getting more and more frustrated and decided to drive.
We talked about places he could go to church near his new house.  I got on google maps and found two possibilities.  I checked out their web sites and read him tidbits. 
He said he’d likely drive back on Saturday, New Year’s Day.  I said he had to be prepared for his father to die, to stay and have a funeral.  He said he really had to go back to work by Tuesday, that his brother would have to deal.  I asked if his brother could do it, and Philip wasn’t sure.  Said he might have to help remotely.  I said they should get going on preparations in any case, even if his dad recovered, so the plan would be in place and not have to be thrown together when the end comes. 
We talked about funeral homes.  I looked up info and emailed him phone numbers of people we knew who are running them.  He remembered one, just a few years older than he is.  We talked about cemeteries.  He said his dad would probably want to be buried with his parents.  I told him the funeral home can help deal with them, to trust them to know all that has to be done.  
I asked if he’d seen the message about my support envelopes.  He said he saw the header but not the details, so I explained what it was and he marveled at how much people would do for me.  He wasn’t surprised.
We got talking about restaurants.  He mentioned Neba Roast Beef and Mike’s submarines, restaurants in the same building near the airport that closed long ago.  He raved about their roast beef with shaved onions, and the Italian cold cut sub.  I was astonished he knew about that place, as it was out of the way, but we went there all the time.  And that’s exactly what we always ordered to share!  I told him about a similar spot out here – Kelly’s Roast Beef on the beach in Revere, and feeding French fries to the seagulls, about how that is my dad’s go-to place whenever he has a choice.  He mentioned a little Italian place on State Street in Albany that his nephew had taken him to eat, and I told him about my favorite – Jack’s.   We talked about Alteri’s and he reported it burned to the ground last year.  I told him about how we rarely went out to eat as children, just HoJo’s on Sundays.  Or Century House.  We talked about what restaurants there are in our home town (not much).  I said I didn’t think I’d ever been to some of them, and he allowed as how it was considered unsafe in our day because of the immigrants and blacks who lived at that end of town.  And how stupid that was.  I mentioned how my parents had freaked when I brought home a black kid I was dating.  So unlike them with their liberal views about most things.  When they never freaked about any of the other strange boys I dated.  He wondered if something else about the kid upset them.  I told him they had liked him, still do.  How my mom always points out articles about him in the home town paper they’re still getting in the mail.  
He told me about his grandparents.  He talked about how his grandmother was mean, like his father, but his grandfather was mellow.  He said his father had a stroke awhile back and they put him on some medication and he was so much mellower.  But that he should have been on it all along.  He would take it for awhile and be calmer, but then decide he didn’t need it and stop and get crazy again.  How strong he was.  How he got so angry for no reason and hurt them.  Knocked out teeth.  I told him I remembered him talking about the abuse while I was in D.C.  He said when he left for the military, he swore he would never spend another night in their house, and he never has.  He said they offer and he always finds a way not to do it, that the ghosts are too much.

I asked what he did in the summer for work during high school.  I told him about my summer jobs in offices and he talked about his outside work.  I talked about how people can change – how mean my older sister was to me as a child, and how she left for college when I was little.  He said he knew about her, but doesn’t remember her.  I told him how odd it was that I ended up living with her as an adult for years, how it astonished my parents.
We talked about the church events.  He remembers them fondly, especially the dinners.  He said the churches in town had such a great dinners.  I remembered the spaghetti supper at the Catholic church and how I got into trouble for cutting up my pasta when I went with the boyfriend after him.  He remembered him.  I told him about that guy going to jail, which he had not heard.   
He said he was breaking the law, speeding about 85 mph, but all the traffic was doing that, mostly trucks.  That there were a lot of state cops out.  I said yeah, end of the month, holiday week etc. We talked about the local police in our home town, how they have all this fancy equipment and how unnecessary it is.  About our classmates who became troopers.  He said they have pretty good jobs, unlike the city cops.  More likely to get run over than shot.  I said there was a bad spell of that this fall with troopers getting hit and killed near Boston. 
There was a brief pause.  I worried again that he was falling asleep.  He took a deep breath and started talking about how much he had enjoyed our evening together two weeks ago.  He said he’d been telling someone about the baked stuffed lobster, with too many crumbs but amazing lobster meat, shrimp and scallops.  He went on about how great dinner was from soup to nuts, that the appetizers were great, the chowder just right, the wine, the scotch, how nice the waitress was and the silly heart on the dessert.  I said, “Yeah, we couldn’t even fool the frickin waitress.”  He was puzzled and asked me to repeat that.  He laughed.  I asked him if he paid her to put that heart on his dessert, and he said no but he did give her a big tip.  I said there had been another missed opportunity, when I tried to do something with my toes during dinner, but it didn’t quite work out.  We agreed we need to find somewhere with seating that makes sense for us to be on the same side of the table so we can torture each other. 
He said it was so great to see my spectacular balcony view, and how easy it was to meet my husband.  I told him my husband wanted to stay and play with us but I wasn’t ready for that.  He said that would’ve been different.  That it would have been fine if he watched.  Not sure about more.  He said it was fun to see my office, but that he missed an opportunity to shove me down on the desk and fuck me.  He said he should have done more than talk.   He wished we had more time.  
I took a deep breath at that, a sign that he was ready to talk sexy.  I said that would have been amazing, that I almost took it as a sign when the lights went out and wouldn’t come back, but he seemed distracted by then, tired and ready to go.  I said I had some inkling as to what that might have been like, as he’d already tried it on chat that day when my boss was sitting on the edge of my desk.  He chuckled about that.  I got up and went into my bedroom.

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Cleveland to Syracuse Part 1

     From Cleveland to Syracuse
to Joy
December 30-31, 2010

4:55 pm text Phil: Dad has taken a bad turn, kidneys shut down.
4:56 pm text Me: Oh, dear!  I’m so sorry.
4:57 pm text Me: What can I do to help you?
5:00 pm text Phil: Not much to do.  Heading home now, hoping to get there in time.
5:01 pm text Me: I’ll pray…
5:01 pm text Me: You flying or driving?
5:07 pm text Phil: Driving.  Holiday.  No flights.
5:08 pm text Me: Eep.
5:08 pm text Me: Alone?
5:20 pm text Me: Please drive really fast and be very careful….
5:21 pm text Me: Do you want to be entertained or left alone?
5:30 pm text Phil: Maybe later. 🙂
5:33 pm text Me: Sure.  Whatever.  I mean it.  Any hour.
6:29 pm text Me: Checking in, thinking of you
7:30 pm text Me: Making good time? Hope so…
7:50 pm text Phil: Doing ok
8:36 pm text Me: Cool.  What did the fish say when it swam into a wall?  Dam. 🙂
9:52 pm text Me: Where now?
9:54 pm text Phil: 90 miles from Cleveland
11:01 pm text Me: Doing ok?
Philip called at 11:15 pm.  And we talked until 5 am!  He often calls me while he’s driving, but usually only talks for about an hour.  I was so pleased that he’d let me help!  
I got him all the way from Cleveland to Syracuse, when he was almost to his destination and needed to start calling family and making plans.  He told me about what was going on with his dad (kidney failure and double pneumonia), let me look up funeral homes and cemetery info for him, then told me about his new work, then asked me about mine, and my surgery and the cat dying, and then we started talking about the past and….wheee!
(This may not be in the right order…just tried to get down everything I can recall)
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First I asked him what they had said about his dad.  He said his kidneys had failed and he had double pneumonia and there was little the doctors could do other than make him comfortable.  He’s in the hospital.  He said his dad was alert and joking and asking for beer, and the doctor said they could give it to him, so one had already been smuggled in there. 
He talked to his brother about whether to do anything heroic and when to stop.  He had talked to his nephew, told him to get out the chocolate stout he brews for Philip to drink for breakfast!  He will go there, shower, eat and drive to the hospital.
Everyone is coming to see his dad one last time – even Philip’s kids are driving up!  He said his daughter has a GPS, which is good because neither one of them can find their way anywhere.  I told him even GPS can be scary, about a friend being sent through the Holland Tunnel and NYC to get from Philly to VT!  He said he likes driving in NYC.  That I’ve become too big a New Englander.  I said, “At least we have the best football team in the country right now.”  (I’m so bad) He was in a very generous mood and allowed as how that was the case!  He explained how family members could stay with his brother and nephews.  I said how great it was that they all get along and are right there.  He said his brother has a great house except for the fact that they only have dial-up internet, which he considers not having it at all.  He said they’re not computer people, didn’t even have cable TV until a couple of years ago.  He has his laptop but nowhere to be online. 
He talked about how his mother is unflappable, literally never seen her get upset or cry about anything, but she was hysterical on the phone.  The neighbor who was driving her had to talk to him while his mother wailed in the background.  He said she had spent her entire life focused on his dad and he didn’t know what she’d do when he passed.  I said we were worried about the same with my mom.  I asked if she’d stay in their house, and he thought she would.
We talked about my dad and my mom.  And how I wished it could be my dad in the “death any moment” seat instead of his.  He told me about his mother-in-law (who died in August) and how she questioned why God would leave her alive so long to die so awfully of Alzheimer’s.  She got to the point where she didn’t know who they were, massive dementia, not eating.  Just awful.  We agreed that it’s okay to ask God why and rail a bit.  May not get an answer, or the answer you want, or in the time you need it, but it’s okay to ask.  He talked about the nursing home administrator who talked him out of taking her into their home, and how to pick a place to place her. 
He asked me what happened to my cat, so I explained that he stopped eating and we tried everything, and that we’d had such a bad experience with the vet and our last cat, so we didn’t want to take him in there.  He told me about a dog of his dying due to a vet error and how he got so angry he wanted to burn the place down with the vet in it! 
We talked about how his dogs are hating the cold, hating the booties, wouldn’t go outside for three days.  He said one hates it, but another loves it, dives in and roots around in the snow, then shakes it all off and dives back in again.  He likes that dog best.  He’s his buddy. 
He was quiet and I thought he was falling asleep, so I started to ask him questions.

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Lady Who Lunches

Wednesday walks
Between Phil and You
December 29 at 9:01am
Good morning! Great shots of your place and precious pups on FB! Beautiful morning here, 32 degrees and clear. Stunned when I saw the flags… you mind reader!  was thinking last night “He needs a flag out front.” You’ve done a super job pepping up the front of that house!
Phil December 29 at 9:24am
Thank you. Trying to make it homey
December 29 at 9:31am
What’s the plan for today? I am getting out of the frickin house, leaving the slug behind and going out to lunch with my pal! She has a Christmas present for me that “she can’t carry on the bus.” Hunh… wonder what that could be?
Phil December 29 at 9:34am
Uh oh
December 29 at 9:45am
I sense a plot. Either some sort of surprise party, or the project people have plotted to buy some big thing. But I may be wrong. Last time I had this prickle at the back of my neck, I showed up to someone’s house for a “quiet birthday supper” and there were 60 people there with a catered buffet and a pile of presents!
December 29 at 11:07am
It does look like a home now! You’ve probably already thought it, but something for those stair side ledges? maybe evergreen in a pot… boxwoods, hicks yew or sky pencils?
December 29 at 11:08am
Geez… I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve never been into plants or decorating of any kind… you are a bad influence! 🙂
TEXTS
6:26 pm Me: [photo of ad for lobster $4.99 per pound]
Wish I could buy you one, or two!
6:52 pm Me:  I was right.  They pulled off a huge surprise…
December 29 at 9:01pm
They did have a huge surprise for me! It’s a box of big envelopes with presents to open once a week, to get me through chemo and radiation!  Isn’t that amazing?!  Dozens of people helped.  I am overwhelmed.  When this box is empty, I’ll be done with treatment!  

December 29 at 10:25pm
Hope you had a good day and got to check things off your list. I did a lot – lunch, surprise, funeral home visit to do paperwork for a friend, saw Mom, saw dad, gas, pharmacy, groceries… whee! Quiet evening, thank goodness. Sleep well, sweet man.

Thursday throttle
Between Phil and You
December 30, 2010 at 6:25am
Good morning! I hope the sun shines on you today. What’s on your list to do? It’s a gorgeous morning here, already above freezing and clear. Have a great day!
Phil December 30, 2010 at 8:28am
Morning! Warm here too! Movers arrived – House is full of boxes. I’m at the gym getting the kinks out. Have a great day!


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The View

From: sassy
Date: 1994/7/23
Subject:  the view

Just as I was finishing my last meeting of the day yesterday,
gathering my papers off the marble table in the conference
room on the 36th floor, the sound of sirens wafted up from
the expressway below.  Everyone else had left the room, so
I took a minute to lean over the marble counter and stare
down at the roadway.  There was a horrible wreck of mangled
metal and shattered glass, several cars and a tractor trailer
twisted together.  The traffic was stopped behind the mess,
and the cars on the other side barely moved, rubbernecking.

Suddenly, I heard the door close. I straightened up, but before I
could turn, I felt your arm around my waist, and felt the heat of you
on my back through my dress.  You were already hard, pressed
tightly against my ass.  I started to speak, but you put a finger
on my lips and teased a corner.  I licked your thumb, and you moved
your hand down to unbutton my dress.  Just enough to slip
your hand inside and tease a hard nipple.  I moaned and let my head
fall back against your shoulder.  You bit my neck and ran your
tongue across my skin.

You slipped your hand under my skirt and inside my underwear,
teasing my most sensitive spot.  You pressed a finger inside,
unsurprised at the moisture gathered there.  I was startled
as you lowered my underwear.  I felt like my knees would
buckle, but you tightened your grip and spread my legs to
balance me against the counter.  I panicked when I heard
the rasping sound of your zipper, but before I could form the
words in my mind to stop you, I felt you hot and hard against
my skin, and a low moan was all that escaped my lips.  You
shoved it inside me, and your breathing grew ragged as you
watched yourself slide in and out.  You kneeded the flesh of
my hips as you moved, then reached around me to rub the top
of my slit in time with your strokes.  I was trying to be
quiet, but could not hold in all the gasps of pleasure as
you thrust deeper and deeper inside me, your balls slapping
against me.  You felt the trembling start inside me, and
the clenching around you.  You felt the pulsing, the searing
heat and suddenly lost control, pounding me into the wood
and stone, spurting up inside me over and over.

The only sound was our uneven breathing and the whirring
air conditioning.  You pressed your cheek to my back and
whispered, “What a view…”


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Crazy idea #37

Crazy idea #37
Between Phil and You
December 27 at 5:24am
Hey, kid. Hope your day is off to a good start.

I want to ask a favor. This may be nuts. But… here I go anyway. I couldn’t sleep, so I wrote a short story. Involving a threesome. First time my imagination has gone there. So…

1) Do you want to read it? and tell me what you think? Can I email it to you? Maybe read it the first time with FB chat open, type reactions as you read it? It’s not very long.

2) If you are inspired, will you edit it, add to it, fix it? Give me the benefit of a male perspective and your vast imagination? Or give me ideas of ways to refine it? It’s rough right now, definitely first draft. But I’m stuck.
I know you are busy. But it’s short. If you want to, and there is a time, let me know. Maybe early morning? or late night? If not, I understand. Just… could use your help. Thought it might be fun.
December 27 at 6:53am
Phil Fire away. 19 hours into the trip. Had to do almost all the driving with an annoying noise coming from the passenger seat. Have a great day! Glad to hear you are feeling better.

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10:44 am Me: [photo of the parking lot covered in snow.]  
White world!

December 27 at 10:46am
Good morning! Hope your drive is going well. It’s a white world here. 28 degrees. Looks like we got about a foot of snow, but with 50 mph winds, it’s blowing! Still snowing lightly…not supposed to get much more. Roads look fine. There is a 30 foot high pile at the base of the lot! Coffee shop and grocery are open. Very quiet out there. Sent you a photo.
December 27 at 10:51am
I can’t believe you started driving yesterday! Eep! Hope the roads weren’t too bad. So sorry to hear about the “annoying noise,” hoped that maybe things would be different.  Tell me where you are now and then. Like to follow along.
December 27 at 11:29am
My surgeon called – woke me up about 9:30 am. Mostly good news. But she needs to go back in to snag a tiny bit more. Can do it quickly, under sedation, so no anesthesia, same incision.
Not sure how much you want to hear…Could bcc you on detail email to family, but figure not to, because you have enough to worry about… not keeping secrets. But if you are worrying and details would help, say so. I’m getting lots of support on the cancer front, so I don’t want to burden you with that crap. We have more fun stuff to talk about. 🙂
TEXTS
12:10 pm Phil: [photo of a big pile of snow in a parking lot] 
1:02 pm Me: Wow, that’s quite a pile!  Take care…
December 27 at 1:51pm
Are you there yet? 😉
I cooked! (don’t faint) I made breakfast. At noon. Ham and cheese omelette, English muffins with raspberry jam. OJ. All four food groups! Yum.
December 27 at 4:43pm
Would you read some of my other stories before I show you the rough draft of the new one? Get a better sense of my style. There are four that I think are representative… 3 very short and one longer. They are not high art, but were written awhile ago to get the stories out of my head, to inspire a guy far away who was lonely, as a prompt to get his mind spinning in a good direction and make his body go wild. I itch to edit them now, but they were effective as they were. Maybe they will be a bright spot in your hard days… Don’t open them unless you are alone or have amazing control!
December 27 at 7:23pm
Hiya! Hope your day is ending well. Watching football tonight?
Sent the four stories – The View, The bum, The diner, and The Trade. Hope they warm you up a bit. And you don’t think they’re awful. They should give you an idea of my style. Though they all feel a bit out-of-date. And unfinished. Trying not to be nervous about you reading them… if you have time to comment, that’s fine. If not, just consider them background reading.
Reading them inspired me to try again on current one, “The Flat Tire” so I will wait a little to send that. See if I can make it 2nd draft material before I show it to you. At least I’ve graduated to a three-word title. 🙂
December 27 at 10:49pm
Hiya, kid. Hope you’re having a good evening. Quiet time here. Did some more writing – sent you the latest draft of the tire story. Help! 🙂
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10:55 pm Me: Email bouncing… New address?

December 27 at 11:43pm
Last story bounced… said you aren’t a customer anymore. Figures, with you moving…. send new address? Headed to bed… sleep well, sweet man. Stay warm.
Tuesday, December 28
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7:29 am Me: [photo of the parking lot the day after the big snow.]
The morning after

Tuesday tubes
Between Phil and You
December 28 at 7:42am
Good morning! I hope your day is off to a great start. Another gorgeous sunrise. Very cold and clear here – 20 degrees – and windy. Brrr…. Quiet in the lot. They got it cleaned up quickly. Have a wonderful day!
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8:52 am Phil: Looking better.  Need a new email address.  I never even thought about that. 

Phil December 28 at 9:43am
Been to the gym. Sitting on the floor with a dog on my lap since I have no chairs yet. Gotta go buy are rugs today. Floors are freezing! Have a great one.


TEXTS
10:34 am Me: Whatever server you get, you might want a gmail address, so you don’t have to change it ever.  It’s free and they give you huge storage, search features, access via browser.  If you need an invite to get it, I have extra.

11:18 am Me: checked, gmail is open access now, just go to gmail.com and sign-up.  It auto-syncs with Android, has great calendar etc
11:43 am Phil:  I have a gmail account. Gotta figure out the address

December 28 at 12:41pm
Found a way you can see my stories without using email. Much safer, I think, uploaded as Google Docs. In theory, you click on this URL for first short one, “The view.” Let me know if it works, and I will do them all.

December 28 at 10:10pm

Hey, kid. Hope you had a good one and found nice rugs. Missing you… can it be only been two weeks since our lobsterfest? Call me sometime? Would love to hear your voice.  Weird day here. Hubby was in a a complete funk. Sucked. Hope tomorrow is better.

Phil December 28 at 10:59pm
Got great rugs, had a good day. Shoveled snow, threw salt down, chipped ice, had a nice Italian dinner, sipping scotch by the fire now. Winding down.

December 28 at 11:04pm
Ah, what a picture you paint… Fire, scotch, handsome fella… I’m tucked in bed, but not sleepy… Listening to mushy music. Sleep well, sweet man.



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Boxing Day

Sunday, December 26
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7:36 am Phil: [photo of his backyard at the beach, covered in snow]
My coffee view this morning!

Boxing day
Between Phil and You
December 26 at 11:17am
Good morning! Are you driving today? As you may have guessed, it is snowing. BLIZZARD! 20’s. Windy. But I don’t have to go anywhere. Lot is full of people at the grocery, no doubt stocking up on eggs, milk and bread – we call it “The French Toast Emergency.” Heh. Stay safe, sweet man.
December 26 at 11:19am
FYI – My old cat died at 2:05 am in Hubby’s arms. Glad you got to meet him.
* sigh *

TEXTS

11:30 am Me: Yikes.  Gorgeous plants!
12:36 pm Me: Go Team!
12:51 pm Phil: Yeah man!
December 26 at 12:52pm
Oh Sass, I am so sorry. Glad I got to meet him too.

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2:40 pm Me: Happy half-time!

December 26 at 6:01pm

Thanks, Philip. Don’t tell Hubby, but this cat’s death is not bothering me the way our other cats did. Maybe a combination of I just don’t have the emotional energy to spend on one more thing, he was mostly his cat, and after more than a week of waiting, I am relieved to have him at peace. *sigh* We drove out to my sister’s to try to bury him, but the ground is already too hard. Not sure what we’ll decide to do.
December 26 at 6:03pm
You still at the beach? Drink a lot of tequila? Watching more football? Saw a funny quote just now – Dean Martin once said, “you’re not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.”
December 27 at 1:06am

Hey, kid. Hope you had a great day! We’re snowed in here… white-out. Probably all day tomorrow! Watched first two eps of “Law & Order U.K” – interesting to see how they adapted U.S. episodes, and how the British legal system differs but is mostly the same.  Sleep well, sweet man.

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Christmas wishes

Christmas Wish
Between Phil and You
December 25 at 12:00am
Hi Philip! Hope you have the merriest Christmas! Full of good food, fine wine, nifty presents and even some football.
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7 am [photo of sunrise]

December 25 at 7:06am

Good morning! Gorgeous sunrise… pink clouds streaking through the light blues. Cold, 24 degrees. Not a single vehicle in the lot or moving around. Ah… the quiet of Christmas.
7:10 am Phil: Looks lovely!  Merry Christmas S.
December 25 at 7:12am
Great quote in my FB newsfeed… “You believe in Santa. Then you don’t believe in Santa. Then you become Santa!” George N. Parks (the late UMass bandleader) A friend added, “Yea, and then you look like Santa. I’m in the end stage.” Hee. We’re off to my sister’s to be Santa for my niece at 11 am, have lunch, go see Dad, then home to nap. 🙂
Phil December 25 at 7:14am

Great service last night, great wine. It’s OK!
December 25 at 7:22am
I had a rare spell of the deep blues last night. Mostly about not being able to go to church.  Or be with you.  Managed to keep it to myself.
December 25 at 7:21am
I get to go out! I am so excited! Been a long 3+ days cooped up here!!!
TEXTS
10:49 am Me: [Photo of my niece and the Christmas tree]
1:54 pm Me: [Photo of the wine sis served with Christmas dinner]
2:03 pm Me: [Photo of Christmas dinner on my plate]
Boeuf Bourgignon and thyme mashed potatoes
December 26 at 12:00am
Hey, kid. Hope Santa found you. and you got a chance to relax. Quiet evening for me. Watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special. Sleep well, sweet man.
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Christmas Eve


Phil December 24 at 7:26am
Merry Christmas Eve!

December 24 at 11:41am
Hey, kid! Merry Christmas Eve to you! Sun is shining, 32 degrees… lot is FULL of procrastinators!
December 24 at 11:58am
How’re you doing? Busy today?
I’m feeling great! Took off bandages, got to see the incisions. Tiny. One 2 inch line at the top right, and a nick at the bottom of the underarm. All healed. No stitches, just steri-strips over it now. Amazing bit of work.
December 24 at 12:34pm
Question – can Sassy put on her bathrobe, go downstairs to the mail room, get the mail and come back up without being seen? Answer – No. (oops).
December 24 at 8:35pm
Hey, kid. I hope you’re having a mellow Christmas Eve.

TEXTS
10:41 pm Phil: Merry Christmas!  Had a nice relaxing evening.
12:32 am Merry Christmas, sweet man.
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Breast writing

Thursday thicket
Between Phil and You


December 23 at 8:02am
Good morning! I hope you’re off to a super start! Be glad you don’t have our weather. Another gray, snowy morning. Windy and exactly 32 degrees. Snow ends today, nice the rest of the week. Lot is quiet – just cars and a lone moving truck. and snow! Have a great day!

TEXTS
8:10 am Me: Sassy!  Bored!  You?

8:37 am  Phil: Got a kazillion things to do. Big cleanup, close pool, take remaining items to storage, pick up Christmas dinner stuff.  I suggested your idea to hire cleaners but was over ruled.  Would have made life much easier.  25,000 lbs of shit yesterday.  At least 10,000 is pure junk I was so disgusted as I watched crap get packed
Me: Surgeon wrote on my chest so she’d do the right one
[sent photo of the “YES” written on my right chest]


December 23 at 9:09am
Did you put up Christmas decorations on the new house? I was weirded out because I thought, “he needs to get a wreath or something, make it looked lived in” but I didn’t say anything because I know how busy you are, and then it showed up! Great minds think a like, I guess. 🙂 Good job!
Phil December 23 at 10:25am
I did hang wreaths. Wanted it to look festive and homey. I’m a sap, what can I say.
December 23 at 10:40am
Heh. I love it when you’re sappy. Speaking of sappy, cat is sleeping on my keyboard. He opened my iTunes and played your a cappella tunes. So I have “Lovers Never Say Good bye” on the brain now! Man, your voice was gorgeous…
December 23 at 10:58am
Hope you’re making good progress. 

December 23 at 1:02pm
How’s it going? It’s cleared up and everything is melting! Up to 36 degrees. Just had a visit from a nice lady – She brought homemade mac & cheese! And raspberry truffle brownies, and peanut fudge and rice crispy squares! Yowza! I wish I could hand you a plate!
Phil December 23 at 1:03pm
Freezing my ass of waiting for my Honey Baked Ham. Brrrrr
December 23 at 1:18pm
Wow. I wish you could pass me some of that! I’d offer to warm you up, but it might get embarrassing waiting in line… 😉
December 23 at 1:29pm
I just turned on my oven for the first time in um… forever! Trying to warm up the mac & cheese.  I think something died in there. oops!
Phil December 23 at 1:34pm
Geez, I love to cook
December 23 at 1:36pm
Did you hear any updates on your dad? Is he home or in the hospital?
December 23 at 1:40pm
I don’t cook. But I make really good reservations! 🙂
December 23 at 1:49pm
Decided to bake a bunch of stuff, as long as the oven is on… got out some raspberry brie filo puffs from Trader Joe’s that someone left here, and a frozen pizza. And a green bean casserole! Whee!
Phil December 23 at 1:59pm
Yummy!
December 23 at 3:47pm
How’re you doing? Did you freeze to death or get the ham? More company here! Geesh! Another gal showed up with flowers. Wow. This being sick thing has it perks. I got her to eat mac & cheese. We have enough for about 5 years.
Phil December 23 at 3:49pm
Lol. Got the Ham. No frostbite

December 23 at 6:16pm
Ah, very good. Ham is better than frostbite! I am so bored. Must mean I’m mostly better, yes? What’re you doing tonight? I hope you can rest up and eat something good!
Phil December 23 at 6:44pm
Gonna have Chinese seafood at one of my favorite local places
December 23 at 6:56pm
Wow! Their menu looks incredible! And great photos on Yelp. Enjoy! Envy! May have to get Hubby to order Chinese… So glad you are getting a treat after this wild day.
December 24 at 12:43am
Did get Chinese delivered. And watched The Mentalist!
Hoping you are asleep, full of seafood and dreaming nice dreams, sweet man.