Well I have now made out on a bench in the park. And in a car...and in the movies.... I'm still seeing Walrus and it's still a little weird dealing with the stroke. He thinks he can do more than he can, and when he starts to get tired I start to feel like a babysitter. Just a little. He gets a little clumsy with his movements and has knocked over chairs in restaurants, or spilled his coffee everywhere....
He wrote me a poem for my birthday and it was very beautiful.
I'm not sure I want to share these things on the blog any more, now that it involves another person.
Hi There, I've been following your blog for a while and just wanted to wish you all the best in your endeavors - life, career, art, Walrus, etc.
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't delete your blog, but understand if you must. You seem conflicted about Walrus, yet you are hanging out with him...I don't blame you. I often wonder if I am too hard - or even easy - on people.
Nonetheless, your relationship with him is an experience - good, bad or somewhere in between.
You have no idea how helpful that comment was. Thank you.
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