Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Mamma Mia

I'm beginning to get a bit frustrated. I've never seen goods change hands as many times as this. I suppose that means the trail is hot. And as much as I would have enjoyed another evening in Ireland, perhaps a slightly more sober evening, I can't let it get cold.

And now I have Robert following me around like little Ringo used to do. Darling, if you're reading this, for God's sake, would you please stay put? It really is for your own good. I promise to fill you in later, when all is said and done.

Last call for boarding to the land of the midnight sun. I hope I can find a few hours of uninterrupted sleep once I get there.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

My Love

LOL! Oh my dear, dear Robert! You were indeed quite soused last evening. And no, I slipped you no micky - you just can't hold your liquor the way you used to! I, on the other hand, have learnt over the years that if you pay the bartender enough, he will water down your drinks for you. Yes, it was a mean thing to do, but you really shouldn't have followed me.

Robert, please listen to me carefully - I love you too much to put you in danger and that's what is going to happen if you keep this up. Please let me handle it, I know what I'm doing. And just for the record, you hurt my feelings by suggesting I was working for the family; I haven't pulled a con for them in years.

When this is all done, we can sit down and have a nice long chat about a possible future together. Just be patient and have a little bit of
faith in me.

BTW, you're still quite a man, no matter how drunk you are! (wink-wink)

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Daydreaming

"Je ne reconnais plus/Ni les murs, ni les rues/Qui ont vu ma jeunesse"

I spent the day sitting on a terrasse, sipping coffee and savoring pain au chocolat. All the while waiting for that family friend to come up with some more info on those missing goods. I hate waiting. Give me a little action any day.

I tried to make the best of things and people watched. It was a beautiful day - almost spring - and the crowds were out, milling around the artists. I watched a young couple for a while. They were so much in love, you could see it in their faces, in the way they looked at one another. It was breathtaking. And I remember that feeling. So I made up stories about them. Maybe they were a young couple on their honeymoon? On a lovers' getaway? Maybe they were art dealers, taking a break between finds.

After three cups of wonderful coffee, I finally got the message I'd been waiting for. Say what you will about my family, but sometimes the connections can be invaluable. I've a new lead on the goods and I leave tonight.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Calgon Take Me Away...

I spent most of the day running around in circles, trying to catch up with an old family associate. I am in need of his expertise in relocating some missing items. He was able to assure me that no one I know has them – which, in some ways, is a relief. I should have more information from him in the next day or so.

I was able to spend a bit of time in one of my favorite museums today. I passed by Degas' dancers in favor of his more interesting nudes. There were only three: Nude Wiping Her Foot, Bather Stretched Out on the Floor, and The Tub. I wish I'd spent less time in the tub while we were all at the Villa last year. If that had been the case I might already be out of this mess that I'm in. Oh well – if wishes were booze…