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"It's My Time to Fly" by The Urge It's my turn to fly
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I fear I am starting this journal way too late to be dated accurately... Where to begin? I guess I'll just start here...
Well, Life seems good for those around me. A lot of happy couples are moving closer towards their Blessed unions. Folks like Alex and Hunter, Abraham and Salorea, David and Jennifer. Even Kristine has made a rather abrupt announcement. I phrase it thusly as I was not even aware she was involved with anyone. I am still unaware who her future husband is, though. Puerette is happy, though, anticipating the various weddings. I try to remind her that we have only received a one invitation so far, but she assures me more will be forthcoming. Such an optimistic child.
As for myself, Vince has given up on me, which is a good thing, I suppose. I will admit a small part of me is disappointed, but that is vanity for you. As for other prospects, well, no one has really caught my attention yet, so for the moment, there is no hurry. The rebuilding of the Salle (and my home) progresses daily and will be an additional balm, having one less stress in my life and old routines to fall back to. In the meantime, I am still volunteering for the various, local churches and charities to fill in the time I am away from my daughter.
Oh No!!! I went to The Learning Curve to see Abraham about some texts regarding some research I have to do and I had no idea that he and Salorea had broken up! I feel so horrible for standing there, bantering with Kristine and David, congratulating them on their engagements and wishing them well for the future, the whole time in front of him while his own relationship lies as broken as a fine piece of china! I cannot believe I did this, this is so apprehensive of me. I fled from his store in sheer embarrassment after he excused himself to his office and David kindly explained the situation. My thoughts and prayers both go to him, Salorea and her child, hoping something may resolve in a more positive light.
This has not been a good week for me. Friends have been hurt and I was the last to know and in my distress, I erringly vented upon the remainder of my friends. On a lighter note, though, my school and home has been finally rebuilt and passed inspection. I never thought it could look so good as it did, especially the night before such a horrendous storm such as the one that ripped through the city last night. However, it did blow in some new arrivals who sought shelter from the sudden downpour. Sarah Bolynne, her pair of darling two year olds and their nanny, Lynn. They are in the market for a home here in New Orleans, but for the moment, they are my guests until the storm abates. The twins were fascinated by Puerette, her appearance something quite unique to them.
This is turning out to be the worst month for me, ever!!! I just found out, by the paper no less, that Jennifer Sax is DEAD! Puerette is taking this even harder then I am, as Jennifer was her idol, the only local celebrity worth speaking of. Now she sits with God, watching us go on with our lives... She will be sorely missed.