The Cat Spot

Cannes welcomed me with great humidity. The educated retired 65 year-old woman who enjoys sailing, dancing, cinema and long walks picked me up at the College International de Cannes. She looked at my luggage and seemed confused. She began speaking to me in French. I smiled with confusion and humility. "I don't speak french."-me "I don't speak english."-Martine We both stared at each other, probably thinking the same thing. She brought me back to her flat. Very clean and simple, great view.  After some broken english I discovered there was a German girl also staying at the flat. Stefanie speaks english very well and teaches french in Germany so inevitably speaks French quite well also.   Conversations with the three of us consist of Martine and Stefanie speaking in French, me spacing out onto the water, Stefanie rephrases, Martine and I stare at each other trying to gage emotional response of the other while her piercing blue eyes penetrate intensely with the...

Fit my entire life into these three carry ons.  Seattle was so sweet to me.  Hours away from my new life on old land.  It's been real America. Really real.  Bon voyage.  Catch ya on the flip side. A little theme music to peace out on : http://youtu.be/b88da_W9U7o  

Something about this city allures my spirit. The natural beauty, the weather, the people, the vibe.  Cities are people.  There are some cities you want to live in; there are some people you want with you on a daily basis. Some cities you can visit multiple times; some people you touch base with every so often.  Those cities you only need to visit once; those people you only meet never to hear from again.  Cities you hang out in for a while because you want to learn something and have an experience;  people come into your life for a period of time to ride a wave until it crashes to shore and a mutual departure is desired. Some cities you have roots in but need to pull out and grow in a new light to someday bring new nutrients to those roots; some people we are connected to from the beginning and need to venture off to find new life and someday bring back and share. Those few cities you only need to visit once and you are exactly where you want to be; those few p...

"I love you. I need to unplug from you guys for a while." Silence. These words, thoughts, and emotions had been running through my head since just before getting hit by a truck. The events and actions that followed my accident only made it that easy to walk away.  I don't have it in me anymore to show up to an event just to take a picture to make it seem as if we are all happy and actually know each other. The typecast, one dimensional character you have me so comfortably pegged as has officially been killed off. I refuse to live in a complacent sleep. "I'm not saying this to be hurtful. I'm saying this to be honest." Love you. Need to unplug.

As the GMC Yukon truck hit the left side of my body, my spirit jumped out to the sidewalk to observe. Watching my body hit the ground, laying there in the cute little black outfit from the night before, I thought, "You look sexy... wait a minute, you just started getting sexy...get back in that sexy body!" Spirit jumped back in the body and popped up, got on my bike and said, "I'm going home." Then lightly passed out into a stranger's arms. Coming back to consciousness I was barraged with questions. A lady held my head while a man kept me engaged in consciousness: Man: Do you know your name? Me: Yes Man: What is it? Me: (laying in middle of North Avenue) Is my face all fucked up? Lady: Surprisingly no. Your chin is bleeding (I attempt to lift my arm to touch it). No (pats my arm away). What's your name sweetie? Me: Kathryn McMuffin Man: (Finds my ID and says to the lady) Last name is McPherson. Do you know where you are? Me: North and lunch.....

(Some names have been changed for the anonymity of the individuals involved.) Told Dick we shouldn’t see each other sexually anymore. I love him and I don’t know why. He’s an idiot and an asshole and amazing all at the same time. Is he really that amazing though? All I can say is that the man makes me wet. If only we spoke the same language of love and life. There is a very strong attraction between us. Something is missing there. He disconnects and then I go into effort trying figure it out. I’m in way too much effort that yields very little results. Or maybe I’m in a false sense of effort that is actually creating more distance because I’m not being direct with my communication. Whenever Dick and I end something we are actually beginning all over again. Thursday, April 25th, 2013 he told me that he was only wanted to see his ex romantically. I was shocked because I thought we were getting together because he was going to tell me he wanted us to exclusive. I stared at him an...

(Meant to get this one out before I got hit by a truck at 30mph on my bike) When a guy tells you that his best friend is his ex and that she will always be in his life (no kids together)...stop seeing this guy. He is telling you everything you need to know. This guy is not ready for a new relationship and clings on to the past.  There is nothing wrong with being on good terms with an ex. When the ex still plays such dominant/permanent role in his life (RED FLAG) it really looks bad on the guy. If she became a lesbian it's fine. Should you choose to keep seeing him it will only be a matter of weeks or even days before they get back together. You are the disposable one in the situation. So do yourself a favor and dispose yourself from the situation. Sure he made you laugh, he was sweet, you had a good time and he will want to remain "friends." In reality his sweetness is based in selfishness. Keep in mind this dude most likely collects ex's and goes back in forth ...