I spent almost all afternoon yesterday working and re-working a chapter on Cindy and my relationship. Brutal. Well, it’s kind of a bit of everything.

I woke up this morning to an email from a prior roommate we had in college, who literally just went googling Cindy’s name and found out for the first time she’d been killed. Astounding timing.

A sign from the Universe that I’m on the right track — messages are being sent and received.

Here is a snippet from yesterday:

Cindy made it over to pick me up for our Rocky Point adventure around noon that day. “Look what I brought KT” as she showed me a selection of sliced cheddar cheese, saltine crackers and a can of green beans.  Oh, and some beer.  “It’s all I had,” as we laughed out loud noting she did remember the can opener for the beans.

We crossed the border to Rocky Point in four hours with our bathing suits, sleeping bags, weird snacks and a plan to find people to camp with on the beach, but it was just approaching sunset.  And it was packed, everywhere.  We saw a “Se Renta” sign and pulled into an office, begging them for a place to rent with our meager stash of cash.  “Todo esta ocupada” they told us indicating basically No Room at the Inn anywhere.
Cindy begged and begged and finally we were handed the keys to an empty house. When I say empty, I mean a completely barren house save two unmade beds, no living room furniture and no electricity, but it had running (cold) water.  “We’ll take it!” Cindy said, and ran back to the dusty Nissan smiling and dangling one key on a broken fob.  It was just one night and if we decided to stay another surely we’d make friends on the beach and crash at their campsite.  We always stumbled in to good luck like that.
We had dreams of buying a pound of shrimp at the waterfront and taking it to our new beach friends, boiling it in salt water and dipping it in melted butter for our “beach party bingo” as Cindy called it. Shrimp, beer and boys—all we needed. It was perfect.
Until it wasn’t.

these little stickies I found at while standing in line at Office Depot have been a Godsend

I’ve spent much of today editing prior chapters, organizing them in order, reassigning their chapter names, etc. It is a lot of work!

I took a break and headed out for Indian food, then a drive down to the harbor to see the ferry come in and a train roll by. The Sound is full of wind and whitecaps today.

I’m so grateful for the luxury of this time and this space to work on this project. Trust me, nothing is taken for granted and every single aspect is appreciated.

Time to take a break and a nap or movie or something nourishing.

Or maybe I’ll just lie here and listen to the wind.