Over a phone conversaton... her responses ONLY to my “suggestive” interviewing…
Where did you find those Proust questionnaire questions? I cannot imagine they will be interesting to readers. So forgive your old friend (and I do mean OLD! Teeheehee)
Bonjour, ma petite? Ca va? (Translated: Hello ,my little pal. How goes it all?)
I am on my cell, doing this between school and sitting outside a student’s house. I make more money tutoring than I do all day in school. And as Ernie says (and he sends his hugs) I should just let go of this whole idea about finishing out at Riverock, and just tutor, full-time?
What? Yes, I’m wearing a headset.
The SATs are particularly tenacious. They pay my rent, I mean the kids who need to push and push. And what, 20 years ago, you said, “Katie,” you said “they’d phase them out.”
Okay I am not being personal enough, you’re right. I am in a fine place, no, I’m ready to do you, I mean do this for you.
My marriage is 36 years old. SCORE! Not that it’s easy, but we’re in it for the very long haul. Sorry to hear things are less satisfying for you. But you are going to find bliss. You’re just one of those people, other people gravitate to you.
I AM NOT AVOIDING TALKING ABOUT ME!
Zut!
Let me see if I can explain how uncomfortable I am in my skin, and that may explain why I am unhappy. I found a nose hair that was white. I will be 58 on my next birthday and that is sort of unacceptable. I saw Robert Redford on television, he looks awful! I am blotchy – I have diabetes suddenly, since I blew my knee out and I’m shooting up. My hair is like straw and it is falling out. YES, I am happily married but we are sexless. Apparently if you survive and don’t divorce, you still don’t have sex. I feel ugly and betrayed in my body completely.
My children have problems and I can’t help them, so I feel helpless and miserable about that.
I feel like my face has folds in it, that they all showed up overnight and I didn’t think I was so vain, but I am worse than I could have ever imagined.
Oh, I also put on thirty pounds since I was in NY. The diabetes and my knee, yes, but menopause, too. I am this pear-shaped lumpy mass of mess. I know David loves me but in a way, it’s this very familiar thing and it’s so unsatisfying.
I wish I had some thing – anything – to look forward to.
