Soul Mate

Sculpti. I told you about him a couple of weeks ago. We played guitar together for a few minutes. He said he was awe struck by the African rhythms I played. Today he sent me a message in the worst way, ‘I need you. You will save my soul if you come down to Ville tomorrow to try out a new guitar I have finished making.’ He makes the most beautiful and strong guitars from bare hands, I daresay. And I like a man who uses his hands. Maybe he has made a special one for me. Maybe he thinks I fell in love with him. It was only a moment. He taught me some country tunes; I taught him some African tunes. We connected. Not the lock and key kind. More like the connection Coelho talks about in Brida. He could be a soul mate – a mutation of our original soul.

So here I am sitting on a rocking chair in a corner at the end of the stair case with my legs up on a table that is home to a big bushy plant with romance slowly dying on me. I just sent off a job application for the job I am going to have for the next two years at least. You wonder why I am this certain. Well my name looks good by the position title. Am sure y’all will enjoy my daily rants while in New York. It’s going to be exciting living there. I want you to be as excited as I am because we are sort of in this together.

Yesterday, we hang out at the Veterans pub in the creepy little town where most people that die either kill each other or commit suicide. A friend came down from Canada to play Bagpipes at a funeral. This was a natural death occurrence, presumably a first. The culprit was a World War II veteran. Our friend wore a kilt and played. He looked good. We listened. Standing outside the church under an umbrella watching from a distance while the family got handed over the flag and the twenty one gun salute was made. I know several other people whose funerals will go like this. I do not want to have a church service funeral. I want to be cremated. Get done with this earthly body. I am not particularly interested in having any remains on earth. I want my family to take a trip to the Indian Ocean and scatter my ashes there and then have a day and night of partying – where everyone should eat as much chocolate as they can. This will be a memorial. I want people to make happy in memory of me.