If you couldn’t tell from pictures of shared shadows on the Sprial Jetty or a lot of “we” creeping into the weekend reports or even a casual “my boyfriend” thrown into a post about yoga, there’s someone in my life now and he is so great. Let’s call him Doc, because he is this quote from Cannery Row in real life:
Doc would listen to any kind of nonsense and turn it into wisdom. His mind had no horizon–and his sympathy had no warp. He could talk to children, telling them very profound things so that they understood. He lived in a world of wonders, of excitement. He was concupiscent as a rabbit and gentle as hell. Everyone who knew him was indebted to him. And everyone who thought of him thought next, “I really must do something nice for Doc.”
I’m afraid that if I open the floodgates of FEELINGS I will never shut up, so I’ll just say, “Thanks, universe, for letting me meet him. You outdid yourself this time.”
Reader Poll: Who has met Doc?
Me: Nope. I think we need a par-taaaaay!
Stay tuned! 🙂