Getting ready to go to Holbrook - there's always a run the night of a holiday because businesses are open the next day, and there's not a run the night before a holiday.
On Christmas Eve, Vince, the guy who helps me out, invited over for their traditional Posole meal. He's had me over a few times now. There are always sons and daughters with families, friends, other relatives and one or two of them talk to me sometimes. I appreciate their gestures and the gathering part is nice, for awhile, then I have to cut out.
For my Christmas they sent me home with some tamales and what Maria, a friend of theirs, told me was Tres Leches Cake, or something like that. It's delicious. Maria is friend of Vince's wife who I'd never met before. Perehaps they were trying to introduce us. I'm for the most part ambivalent. I've never been much for dating and I just don't have the time to devote to a relationship.
Maria is a Mexicano, I think. Very beautiful, too. It occurred to me this evening that since I got divorced I've been with very few Caucasians. Mostly Latinas, African Americans and Asians. The world is a conrucopia, and each of these types, if you can condense people to types, inhabits a different world than Caucasian girls do, but all of those women's worlds are in a galaxy far away from mine.
I was going to call the family in Michigan today. Well, I did try once. No answer at Mom's house. Since it was nearing time to get ready for work I was just as satisfied that there wasn't. Being alone doesn't mean being lonely.
Hit it, Elvis.