A return visit. May 10, 2013

 


It appears she’s taken an extensive weekend off to go visit her best friend in Haverton finally, her childhood companion to whom she always turns when things go sour in her life, and to whom she wrote her penny for your thoughts poem a few weeks ago.

This is the second time I caught her snooping at my website from there, back last fall when she ran to him like a wounded animal, hoping he could heal her.

There were other times she looked at my site from her own town – most often coming at times when I stopped looking at her web pages – perhaps just a coincidence, who can tell?

Most often, the suspicious hits from as a result of Google searches on my name. She might even have adopted software to hide her web signature the way the hometown blogger GA has.

I suspect she does, and so when she checks out my site, the report shows her coming from some remote place like Council Bluffs or odd places in Virginia. I suspect she uses similar tracking to be aware of when I visit her site as well.

 In any case, she seems to have been very circumspect when visiting my pages, leaving as few traces as possible behind, which makes those few times like this stand out. Perhaps she isn’t aware I know the significance of Haverton and so feels safe hitting my site when visiting him.

In some cases, I suspect she deliberately leaves a trace, again adding to the illusion that we are conversing – especially since these obvious hits come at times when I have not looked at her webpage for several days.

She obviously needs to look to see if I’ve written anything about her, when with my cyber nanny, has become much rarer except what I put in my poetry notebooks, which I rarely transcribe to post.

This is a kind f cat and mouse game in which we each leave a trail of cheese to see who will follow it.

The fact that she is in Haverton is not surprising. She goes to him in hour of need, and her pennies poem shows that she was thinking about him from afar even when she could not get there.

Now, she has, leaving me to wonder what woes she brings with her this time, about her failed romance – the engagement ring finger, which in rereading that poem again is full of multiple meanings, some of which I missed in my original analysis, but some which seem hostile, as if a threat – or as pointed out earlier, impending doom she seeks to avoid.

Her last visit came when she had just resigned from our office and was in that limbo between jobs, almost as desperate as she was when she left the employ of the chef.

This time, she may fear the outcome of the Virgin Mayor’s trial, pain anticipated, but I suspect, she is still reeling from the romance that didn’t work out.

Where I come into all this is beyond me, and her few apparent references in my direction have made me want to hunker down and hide even deeper, perhaps cease leaving my finger prints on her website, take a vacation from her poetry, at least to the point where she stops being suspicious about my intentions.

Anyway, I hope her old friend can help her heal. What is good for her is ultimately good for me, in that maybe she’ll cease sending barbs in my direction.

 

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