Time

Long hiatus is to be blamed on death of Dave's grandmother, subsequent trip to Tennessee for funeral, followed by work trip to fund raising conference in Orlando (of which will not write). Dave sad about grandmother's death and his mother's behavior during the ordeal very draining--at one point at the end, Dave's mother was banned from the hospital--self, thankfully in New York during this and only present for funeral and for a few days after funeral during which found out that first installment of Dave's trust is now in his control. We are sitting next to pool at his grandmother's house and he tells me how much he now has. Immediately quit job, purchase around-the-world plane tickets and am busy checking on passports, visas, and making sure we have nicer luggage, when Dave puts his legs into the pool and says, Why don't we buy an apartment? See that he is right, and that this is the more responsible thing to do with the money. Privately keep open option of quitting job. (Very nearly exercise option in Orlando after promised coffee arrives at meeting late and is, when tasted, discovered to be both weak and hazelnut--this wretched experience merely tip of proverbial Iceberg.) When get back to New York, am very grateful, but again raise possibility of taking very very long trip. Dave says he's started to look at apartments. Ask him how long he thinks it will take for us to more into a new apartment and what kind of place we can have. Dave says that we can afford a one bedroom in Brooklyn and from what he's gathered he thinks it'll take about six months from start to finish. At this, become dejected (plane delayed from Orlando, was given Havarti cheese product and crackers as a snack on plane, and as finally settled self into back of taxi, feeling that NOW would get home very quickly, the taxi driver turned around to face me and asked, Do you know which direction Brooklyn is in) and ask, Why does everything take so long? Dave says, We can't do things all at once. See the wisdom in this statement, but tell him that am Tired of waiting for everything. Dave very kindly doesn't say that I am being dramatic and instead has the excellent idea to call the cable company to order ourselves HBO and Showtime. He hangs up phone with a pleased look on his face. How long until it works? I ask. Two minutes, he says.