I miss my beautiful friend
Every so often my dear, beautiful friend, Joshua, pops into town. Oh, he always looks so fetching, always has many compliments, always brings New York-style excitement and always, always, always greets Claire with a kiss on the lips, a toss in the air and a sweet, sweet rendition of Sparklehorse's "Gold Day." What a beautiful man.
But this trip home was on account of a sad occassion so Claire and I made the trip to Ann Arbor prepared to mourn. BUT, instead of allowing us to sit dutifully by his side in solemn silence, he whisked us off to see a clairvoyant. The three of us - the heart-of-gold sinner, the sad and harmless ladybug and the innocent - off to face our futures.
Well, good futures indeed. No fame, no fortune but full, loving lives ahead. Sounds good, uh-huh. Well, wait - she's sensing an alarmingly overwhelming source of hate, jealousy and negativity forcing it's way into my life via a white, boxy machine with bright headlights. (So, those close to me are saying - AHA! Of course!)
But Claire, my magical, floating toddler, is apparently quite gifted in a visual sense. And that was funny because we just recently had her tested for a photographic memory. So, I guess that's that.
So, she told us beautiful things, heartbreaking things, and just down-right ridiculous things. But, she didn't tell us the most useful of things - mainly involving a fabulously funny lunchtime fiasco involving plum sauce, an enthusiastic cherub, a doting mother's white coat and a $45 dry cleaning tab.
Ah, but we had a beautiful night listening to Mia Doi Todd, sipping cheap champagne, decorating the Christmas tree with sugar cookies (which was really dumb because Claire danced around it saying "cracka!" and pulling them down randomly for bites), and keeping Claire up as late as possible for her first Vogue photo shoot.
We slept snug.
The drive to the airport this morning was much too short and much too sad. I miss my beautiful friend.
But this trip home was on account of a sad occassion so Claire and I made the trip to Ann Arbor prepared to mourn. BUT, instead of allowing us to sit dutifully by his side in solemn silence, he whisked us off to see a clairvoyant. The three of us - the heart-of-gold sinner, the sad and harmless ladybug and the innocent - off to face our futures.
Well, good futures indeed. No fame, no fortune but full, loving lives ahead. Sounds good, uh-huh. Well, wait - she's sensing an alarmingly overwhelming source of hate, jealousy and negativity forcing it's way into my life via a white, boxy machine with bright headlights. (So, those close to me are saying - AHA! Of course!)
But Claire, my magical, floating toddler, is apparently quite gifted in a visual sense. And that was funny because we just recently had her tested for a photographic memory. So, I guess that's that.
So, she told us beautiful things, heartbreaking things, and just down-right ridiculous things. But, she didn't tell us the most useful of things - mainly involving a fabulously funny lunchtime fiasco involving plum sauce, an enthusiastic cherub, a doting mother's white coat and a $45 dry cleaning tab.
Ah, but we had a beautiful night listening to Mia Doi Todd, sipping cheap champagne, decorating the Christmas tree with sugar cookies (which was really dumb because Claire danced around it saying "cracka!" and pulling them down randomly for bites), and keeping Claire up as late as possible for her first Vogue photo shoot.
We slept snug.
The drive to the airport this morning was much too short and much too sad. I miss my beautiful friend.
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