The Sex Rehab show effect has been cumulative. When it first aired I expected to be immediately recognized. As the weeks and months pass more and more people come up to me in the street and introduce themselves.
Shown daily on VH1, making it easier for old ‘friends’ and acquaintances to reach out to me. Long forgotten, now reminded by Sex Rehab re-acquainted on Facebook, twitter etc.
Reality TV is truly life changing. Opportunities include film projects, book deals, lovers-I am anywhere but where I thought I might be at my age.
Outside, this rainy afternoon, the gardeners are pulling out tons of weeds. It is good to hear them chattering away in Spanish. So, that’s what life will be, a life of chattering Mexican gardeners until Dorset Mary pitches up in her airstream and tends the goats and the chickens.
I have to call the bee man today about getting the bees up here. I know where I want them to go.
I wrote yesterday about crying, a commission for a new magazine. There’s been a great deal of crying during the past few months as my focus shifted from the big picture to just one man. Ones view narrows exponentially when one falls in love and at the same time balloons into something huge. My tears were not often for him but for past traumas and relationships and deaths. My focus became very shallow and as I retreat from love I seem to be more aware of the horizon.
I cried when my Darling Big Dog was killed. I sat in my bed for a week and sobbed like a child. I am still prone to sink into that deep, black well of sadness, tears flooding my eyes and my heart.
If I had not witnessed that terrible moment I would be a lesser man today. In many ways to have suffered like that unleashed all I had been denying myself throughout the years. So many times I should have, could have, would have cried but remained stoic and dry-eyed.
The architects have just been to the house to check out the layout. She was a rather wonderful, practical woman with a great attitude.
My film is taking shape, the garden continues to give pleasure and I am getting into my creative groove. Although I am still mourning the death of love I am looking forward to a brighter, leaner future.