so far away

Well, the doctor informed me yesterday that I have Type 2 (adult onset) diabetes. I have been placed on a medication to help control my sugar and given instructions to check my blood sugar twice daily, eat sensible meals and get plenty of exercise.

"You're young," the doctor said. "You can do it."

I know that I can do it. I had a long talk with Starmama about it last night. I am grateful that there is someone around my age dealing with some of the same issues that I can talk to about it. My friend Ness has also been instrumental in giving me advice on how to handle it and just generally being a listening ear. I had already been making adjustments to my lifestyle and I just have to continue along in the same manner if I want to be successful in combating this. The doctor told me that it is reversible, I just have to get it under control.

I am sitting here typing away in Movable Type and drinking my first cup of coffee today. Plenty of coffeemate and three equals please. It tastes just right. Starbucks espresso roast is my coffee of choice. I buy the whole beans so I can use the coffeemaker as an alarm clock. It's loud as hell and even in our house you can hear it in every room. Ms Stella gets it the worst because her bedroom is closest to the kitchen.

As I was sitting here playing on the computer last night my cellular phone rang.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hey thickness, what's up with you?"

The voice sounded slightly familiar but I couldn't quite figure out who it was. I decided to let him keep talking so I could try.

"Um, not much. What's up with you?"

"I'm calling to see what you are doing with your fine self."

"Not much. Sitting here writing on the computer. Getting ready to go take a bath."

"Ooh. You want me to come wash you up?"

"Who is this?"

"You don't know who you talking to baby?"

I laughed.

"Um not really."

He held the phone for a minute and then -

"I miss you. I want to see you."

The voice is mocking begging and pleading at this point.

"Okay, well come over."

"You just gonna invite me over and you don't know who you talkin to? What part of the game is that?"

"Pusha?"

"Yeah girl. What's up?"

I laughed.

"Not shit. what's up with you Pusha?"

"Nothing. Sitting here chillin', smoking on a chronic blunt. I was going to come smoke you out, but you moved way to Mexico and that's too far for a high nigga to be driving."

"Boy, I don't live in no damn Mexico. It's not that far. You can take 15 to the 215 and be right here."

"You live near our old job right?"

"Yep."

"I'ma come check you out this weekend and blaze with you."

"That would be so cool. I missed my homies. "

"That's cause you don't have no real niggas to hang out with out there in whiteyville."

"There are black people in our neighborhood boy."

"Probably not as many as were over here."

"Maybe not, but I probably don't have to worry about them fucking with my shit either."

"Yeah that's true."

"Anyway nigga, I need to go take my bath so I can watch One Life to Live when it comes on."

"You sure you don't want me to come wash you up?"

"Yeah nigga, come on and do it."

He laughed.

"I'm gonna come over for real Monique. Probably this weekend."

"Mm hm, don't be skurred."

"You don't be skurred."

"You ain't gonna have your homeboys to hide behind over here nigga cause they are not invited."

'Whatever you say boss."

"That's mistress to you slave."

"There you go with that kinky shit again. Bye Monique."

"Bye Pusha."

I miss my friend. I'm used to being able to hang with them all night since they lived right around the corner. Now it has to be a planned event in order for us to get together because the drive is too far to be doing drop bys.

But I still love my new house!

Some views of the backyard.

Who's coming to my backyard boogie birthday party when I throw it? We will have plenty of space:

A Year Ago - Tonight and morning wake up call