Poor Andre Misses Me

Andre says he's feeling lonely since I came back to California without him on July 25. I tell him not to worry. I'm trying to get everything done that I need to here in Santa Cruz so we can be together again in early September.

I hope you realize this photo is a joke. In the last blog entry I mentioned that Andre is growing his hair out. He wants to have an Afro, as we called them in the 1960s before he was born. So I used photoshop and browsed the internet to create this image. I certainly hope he's not enjoying himself without me! At least not with five other women.

Actually, that's something I appreciate about Andre. I can totally trust him. I call him the Boy Scout because he's even more straight and narrow than I am. Neither of us has ever tried illegal drugs or pot, been drunk, or smoked a cigarette. It's hard to find people like that. He drinks a beer or champagne once in a while, but nothing that I have to worry about.

I got him hooked on racquetball already. He's getting coaching from Danelo and Alberto, two brothers who play on the Dominican national racquetball team (see photo from July 24 blog). He's excited to score more against me in September. I was still beating him 15-0 quite often, although he could sneak up to 1, 2, or 3 points sometimes. I can't believe how quick he is, but if you don't know where the ball's going, it doesn't matter how fast you run. My 33 years experience (I started playing a couple of years before Andre was born) helps me beat most of the young, male, athletic opponents here at U.C.S.C. courts.

I've been working on the DVD project of Maya's memorial party, I still have my 2006 taxes to do, and my fingers are crossed that some tenants really do move out tomorrow (they talked me into two extra days because the husband has the flu supposedly). I have Maya's dad Daniel and his crew ready to renovate the place. If you know of anyone who's looking for a two-story 1200 square foot, 3 bedroom, 1 bath with yard, in a fourplex near Dominican Hospital, please send them my way. I need good tenants so Andre and I can travel for 3-6 months while we're waiting for his visa appointment at the U.S. Consulate in Santo Domingo. I think we have all the paperwork together.

I've enjoying getting together with friends here in Santa Cruz and playing racquetball of course. I'm house- and dogsitting for a former roommate who is visiting family in Germany with her little boy for three weeks. It made me realize I've never lived alone, other than a month or two in a tiny tiny studio near San Diego State University when I first separated from my husband long, long ago. I kinda like living alone, I discover, just as I find a good man to share my life with. Well, we'll see how that goes. I'm optimistic, but realistic too. Andre is such a sweetheart. I feel like I fall in love more and more each day. It's hard to believe that anything could ever change, but as I learned with Maya, you never know what could happen. Solo Dios sabe.