Not giving up

Three Years.

My dearest Tess & Oliver,
Your tiny toes have marked our hearts forever.
We miss you every day.
Love,
Mommy & Daddy & your lil' sis Davis Lee.

You Are Fabulous.

Saturday night I went to a girlfriend's fortieth birthday part. It was dinner for just about, if not exactly, forty girlfriends. The invite started out by saying "You Are Fabulous!"

It was a blast. Perfect location. Lots of amazing women. I have to say in the last several years I've been pretty buttoned up and closed off. Not big on small talk with anyone, and definitely not with anyone I didn't already know. I wasn't putting my self out there in any form or fashion. But for whatever reason, could have been the champagne, I talked to people...people I didn't know before Saturday. I surprised myself at how much fun I had.

Good Food. Good Music. Good People. Good Times.

There was a tarot card reader there...and I decided hey why not? I sat down and she told me to ask her one question. I was unprepared for that, so I said, "What happens next?" Knowing in my heart what that meant...but she laughed and said, "Sorry Charlie, you need to be more specific than that." So I replied, "Will my family grow in numbers or will it stay the same?"
This is what she said...

She laid out several cards and said, You have a child? Yes, I said.
She laid out another card and said, A girl? Yes.
Oh, Soul mate. You're with the right partner. Forever partner.
He is starting a business. It will be successful. btw, YOU should start your own business as well, but you already know that.
Then she drew the "art card" and said that it had been coming up all night, which wasn't surprising given the creative bunch in attendance...but she said mine was different. I was a designer she asked? Yes I said. Interior? No. Oh, then graphic. Yup.
Then she said I keep drawing one more child but I feel two. The cards say one more girl, a sister. But I see two. And they are of different sex. One boy and one girl. Hmmmm. I said. Trying not to completely break down. I knew she was talking about Tess and Oliver. In one way it was comforting that she felt them so strongly that she was going against what she was reading in cards. And in another it was just heart breaking knowing they are part of my family but not here.

Tess and Oliver's birthday is rapidly approaching. Just two days away.
Three years.
And it still hurts. A lot.

A Little Posting Off Topic for a Change.

Soooooo the old place is still NOT completely cleaned out. UGH. Years of stuff to go through, toss, keep, toss, keep.

We finally do see the light at the end of the tunnel. The exciting part has been the major purge this move has forced upon us. Er, well it will be exciting once it is o-vah.

The move/purge/selling of stuff has been full of stress and thankfully laughter. Posting priceless (ha!) items for sale on eeeeeeebay and cccccraigslist and a sundry other online venues to sell the crap you no longer want, there have been many many moments of wtf? and omg! and wow. Always topped with pure laughter. We've found that most people that send inquiries have not actually read your carefully-written-listing-so-as-to-not-leave-out-any-important information. They have funny ways of asking questions in less than five word emails. There was one email back and forth that literally went on for days and the more ridiculous places we took it the more we laughed and the longer it continued.

Now that I have your curiosity peaked, here's the conversation.
Each line is a separate email, in total.


"NobleHustler":
do you meet in person?
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Sent from my T-moblie Sidekick


R:
if someone wants the camera yes.


"NobleHustler":
am in brooklyn. do you have more pic?
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Sent from my T-moblie Sidekick


R:
No. In fact, the pictures shown are not even this actual camera. I pulled them from the internet because it's the exact same camera and it's a basic 35mm camera. It's in perfect condition, and there's really not much to showing
different angles to it.

I am not at that apartment right now, so wouldn't be able to show you tonight.

If interested I can set up a time with you that works.


"NobleHustler":
thursday or friday
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Sent from my T-moblie Sidekick


R:
thursday 3:30am


"NobleHustler":
where at?
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Sent from my T-moblie Sidekick


R:
under the brooklyn bridge


"NobleHustler":
it ok forget it
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Sent from my T-moblie Sidekick


R:
okay, williamsburg bridge.


"NobleHustler":
y dat late
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Sent from my T-moblie Sidekick


R:
don't speak italian, what u mean? u want 2 c it at strbux so u can get latte?


"NobleHustler":
why that late? am p.rican
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Sent from my T-moblie Sidekick


We almost kept it going, but R starting feeling guilty and told him he was just messin' with him. We still have the camera. Who needs reality tv when you have email conversations like this? And just in case you had the wrong idea, the change of heart and why R decided to keep the camera had nothing to do with this dude being p.rican.