My Ship....

....just might be coming in. And, for once, I am not at the airport, as Vicky would say, that is, I am in the right place at the right time...

...Still holding my breath, though.

Flip Wilson, in a skit with Bill Cosby, just said, and I paraphrase,

My ship woulda come in last year 'cept for that strike that tied up the coast.

That's sort of how I feel, except that it's not really anybody else's fault that things haven't come together sooner. I've done a lot of things backwards in this life of mine; sometimes, for understandable reasons, other times, for no apparent reason!

A friend of mine, no, more than a friend, but I don't know the words, in any language, to define his place in my life, neither in terms of importance, nor in terms of caring, so let's just call him my friend, with the understanding that we are using the broadest, yet most refined, most pure, most sincere, most intimate and most knowing definition of the word...

So, anyway, this friend seems to believe me beautiful. I have difficulty accepting that, especially from him. He amazes me, and I am not easily amazed! Last night, he told me one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest, things I have ever been told. He said,

I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you right now.

What a lovely, lovely thing to say, from such a lovely man.