Cochamo Valley

Chile

August 1, 2007

 

I just got the best job!  I’m in heaven.  I think I might have finally found a library to top yours! I turned down a couple of positions because I was waiting for the right one and I got it! I’m starting at the Huntington Library next month! (I’m using a million exclamation points, but I don’t care!)

I wasn’t worried about money so much (thanks to my superior embezzling skills) but I wanted to find a place where I was really passionate about working.  The Huntington is a private foundation, and its facilities are amazing.

Plus, they have this gorgeous botanical garden surrounding it, so it’s a beautiful place to work, and it’s an easy commute from my house in Silver Lake.

Oh, I bought a house.  It’s pretty damn cute.  It’s one of those Spanish bungalows built about eighty years ago and it has really nice architectural details.  At least, that’s what my realtor, Matt, told me.  Now he’s my neighbor, as a matter of fact.  The house next door to his went on the market right after I met him, so I got a great deal because he found it right away, and I could put in a quick offer.  He’s a nice neighbor.  We’re the only people on our block who are under eighty, I think.  It’s an old part of L.A. up in the hills, but I really like it.

We’re not dating or anything.  Actually, I’m pretty sure Dez has a crush on him, but she refuses to ask him out, despite the fact that she’s usually very outgoing.  Oh, and I’m not dating that Kevin guy either.  I mean, I did for a while, but … he was kind of boring, to be honest.  And he snored a lot.  Like … a lot.

 

August 17, 2007

 

You’re missing it, but I’m a great rider now.  Really.  I even beat Gustavo in a race the other night.  Still can’t beat Isabel, though.  Damn, she is good.  And on sidesaddle, too. How does she even do that?

Oh, and I’m a pretty good rock-climber, if I do say so.  I’m still studying tai chi and judo, but I’m taking jujitsu now, too.  I’m going to be sitting a lot as a librarian (yes! I can officially call myself a librarian now!) so I want to keep active so I don’t expand.  You never have to worry about that, do you?

Jerk.

 

August 20, 2007

 

I have a boyfriend.

I don’t know why that’s weird to write.  I just … I know we’re not like that.  I mean, I thought at one point that maybe we would be, but obviously we’re not.  Don’t get me wrong, I was really mad at you for a long time, but I guess I understand.  I’m going to live, what?  Another sixty or seventy years at the outside?  And you’ll still be here.

So, I get it now.  I really do.

And my boyfriend is great.  He’s kind of your exact opposite (not that I was looking for that, it just happened) except he’s tall like you.  He’s Hawaiian.  And gorgeous.  His name is Mano, which means ‘shark’ in Hawaiian.  He surfs, and he’s tan, and has this amazing long dark hair and black eyes.

He used to be a Navy diver, but now he has his own dive shop, and he and his friend run SCUBA classes and dive trips to Catalina.  I met him in May when Dez forced me to take one of his classes.  He has such a great smile.  He’s just…so open and honest and he’s so…great.  He’s great, and he’s really good to me, and everyone likes him.  He wants to go to Houston and meet Grandma and Caspar this fall.

By the way, did Caspar tell you about Doyle and the Vietnamese vase in the entry way? I know you loved that vase, but please don’t kill the cat when you get back from … wherever you are.

 

August 29, 2007

 

I’m trying to be really mature and well-adjusted here, but I’m crying right now.

I miss you.

I miss you so much.  Why the hell are you never here? Why? Where are you? I want to feel your arms around me and sleep next to you and talk to you and tease you and I hate you, Gio.  I can’t help it.  I hate you.

But I don’t really, even though I wish I did.

I still think about you every day.  And I compare every man I meet to you.  And every time I smell smoke or whiskey I turn and expect to see you there.  Do you know I studied Latin so I could impress you? How pathetic, huh? At least that one might come in handy professionally at some point.

When I bought my house, I checked how many windows were in the bedroom (just one) and imagined them with heavy drapes as if you might actually stay there at some point.

And it’s pathetic.  Because I will probably never see you again.

I’m leaving tomorrow.  I don’t know if I’m going to come back next year.  I just don’t know if I can keep doing this to myself no matter how much I love it here.  Because when I’m in Cochamó, you’re everywhere.

I should probably take this journal with me.  I can’t believe I just wrote that stuff.

 

12 thoughts on “2007

  1. kathy79 says:

    I love how she is brave and then it just crumbles with her need for him. Heartbreaking. December can’t come soon enough. Kathy

    1. Sapphyria says:

      Her strength (or attempt at being strong) in all of this is admirable. She is emotionally involved with Gio even after all the years that have passed that her solid foundation is/was doomed to crack. I have never wanted December to get here as much as this one. I live in Michigan and hate the cold/snow/ice; I’m so willing to forgo that just to read about B, Gio, and their cast of thousands.

  2. mavrosal says:

    You realize the teasers are killing me! LOL I’m in the same boat as everyone I can’t wait until the next book is released, you’re writing is wonderful and gets the reader so emotionally involved it’s amazing.

  3. Karen says:

    I’m kind of sad today and that one almost made me cry. You’re so good at that, but I love it and can’t wait for the next book!

  4. Belynda says:

    Another great teaser. I am usually trying to read this on my phone so it looks a little different. I jsut finished the book I think Monday. Absolutely loved it. Can’t wait for the next one.

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