Hello, It's Me

Josh and I hadn’t talked since the middle of April. We hadn’t even talked then. He'd just sent me a text that read: “Just wanted you to know I was thinking about you. Have a great day, Beautiful. ☺”

I sent him a text this afternoon while I was out walking Dog.

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Hope it was a good one! ;p”

“It wasn’t. I was coming to visit you but you kept getting farther away.”

“Sorry. You know I’m only a phone call away.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not sure what that was about.”

Then he called me.

He told me about this extreme white-water rafting trip he'd taken yesterday with three of his buddies, sent me some pics of him skydiving, and then we talked about politics for an hour. Devotees will know that I don’t watch the news, so when he asked me what I thought about all the stuff going on right now, I was desperately wishing Carrie was in the room to interpret.

Then, he said, “But what do I know? I’m just some dumb kid from New Orleans.”

He’s so not. Why do guys always say stuff like that?

He and his daughter are actually moving home to New Orleans this summer. His girlfriend and her daughter are there, so I’m really excited that they’re going to be close enough to give things a real shot. They’ve been back and forth for so many years, and I’d like to see him settled and happy already.

So, after we got done talking about politics and agreed to disagree, he said, “And you know, Paige, even if you told me that you thought the Buccaneers were better than the Saints, I’d still love you the same.”

I told him, “Well, if you told me you thought the Saints were better than the Bucs, I guess I’d still love you the same, too.”

He started laughing, and then he said, "Well, that's good, because they are."


I’m reading this awesome book called The Forger’s Spell. It’s all about this hoax a forger of Vermeer’s work perpetrated on Hermann Goering, one of the highest-ranking Nazis during WWII in Holland. Even if all you knew of Vermeer was what you saw of his work in the movie, Girl with a Pearl Earring, you would have known these paintings for which this forger got what today would be the equivalent of $30 million weren’t Vermeer’s work. They’re such crap. I’m not exaggerating. But, in any case, you’ve got to admit that this was a victimless crime… Anyway, it’s a great book. Check it out if you get the chance.