When out on your own, your mind is allowed to wander freely.

Saturday January 24^th 2009: A wonderful day, I just can’t wait to get out. Okay, practical details first, waking up and all that. Breakfast, makeup, traffic-jam, bus stop location changed, I had to run, bus late…

A wonderful day and I’m back on my cliff path again. What a day! It’s still January, the sun is low and almost like watching me. YES, it can’t be better than this. Wind is slow, the sea is almost still, and just waiting there for me to take that first step down to the path and joining it in spirit. And yes, I’m coming. My legs don’t hurt anymore, I’m getting in shape, hurray, but I did a stupid foolish thing yesterday. This diet thing can drive one crazy. Okay, I bought myself a bathroom scale in order to check my weight; that I did. Great, but I forgot to buy batteries, and nobody reminded me, so I couldn’t get it working and it was like “No way I’m going down those stairs to the market and up again”, I’ll buy batteries tomorrow.

Okay, back again at the track; I just felt it, like this day would be special. It’s strange, when you are full of expectations and receivable to anything, nothing happens, hmm… I hadn’t got far and nothing happened, but my mind was wandering. Expectations, YES, I so wanted to see Mr. Stone once again and I sort of hurried. The thing is this that I yesterday went down a smaller path to the beach down below from where Mr. Stone is placed, high above on the cliff path, and it was just the most beautiful small little beach you can imagine. Not for bathing but for everything else, that beach was magic. However today I passed in a hurry and Mr. Stone was there as I had left him the day before and he was standing tall. Nobody had tipped him over this time.

“Hello love” I heard when approaching.

“Hello” I answered back in a recognizing tone.

This time Mr. Stone was more than friendly and I so enjoyed his company. I did know that he eventually would make his way down to the sea and with a splash slowly sinking and place himself at the bottom among others. But Mr. Stone was not like any other ordinary stone. The next morning, like a king he wandered up, deep from the bottom of the sea and like a lion he placed himself on the shore. He was growing in both spirit and appearance, and as he stood up and left the shore he was the most handsome man you could ever imagine. Me? I just wished that that would have happened just now and before my eyes.

Even so, back home there were letters, phone calls and all other sorts of possible and impossible media seeking contact with me;  emailing me, spamming me, blogging me, even ponder casting me, to invite me out for dinner. YES, I first thought, then I thought, be patient. I don’t want him to think that I’m that easy (Marianne, my wife, will probably argue with me about that easy thing, “Patient, ha!”).

Anyway, I was taken out to a fancy restaurant and Mr. Stone turned out to be the nicest man I ever met. He was kind, caring and GOOD LOOKING. He escorted me home and I invited him up and he politely accepted. I had prepared (without him knowing of course) sherry and vanilla ice cream with warm raspberries. Mr. Stone seemed to enjoy it all and he was so damn GOOD LOOKING. Suddenly it struck me as lightning.

“God forbid he’s gay!”

This is the worse thing. These gay guys are so handsome, dress so well, they are kind and caring and all that, and they are not the least interested in ME. “Damn”… and all that! Okay, wake up, it’s just a stone and there is still a long way back to town and I needed to get to the fishmonger before they close.

I had a wonderful walk back to town and I made it to the fishmonger in time and bought myself a fresh plaice filet for evening dinner and some crab meat for tomorrow as on Sundays they are closed.

So… in spite of all, I’m not upset or anything, but that just does it!!! I’m not going to be brushed-off just like that, stone, gay or what ever. Tomorrow; you and I are going to have a serious talk Mr. Stone!