You may have heard me on these pages talk about Elise … the next love of my life.  She’s a grand person.

The only possible glitch is that I haven’t met her yet.  I created a human being and gave her a name.

“What is she like?” you ask.  Well … she loves Ghent, she loves music, she loves dancing.  (At the moment, however, my body is weak, and dancing is in another universe.)

I wonder what her minimum age would be.  It seems arbitrary but I’ll say it anyway: 55 or 60.  I’m 74.  The idea of Elise being alone in five years makes me sad.  She needs to be somewhat close to my time on the planet.

More important is the attitude she brings. Is she interested in the lives of other people – all of them?  I hope so. Please be kind.

I also have sneaky “green light” or “red light” thoughts when Elise comes to my apartment.  (If you see Elise before I do, don’t tell her this stuff!)

My walls are bright: red, purple, green, yellow, blue and orange. Elise will react with words when she sees my rooms. If she doesn’t like the palate, good for her. At least I’ll hear the truth. Give me truth, dear one!

Elise will see my cello in the living room and my keyboard in the bedroom. She’ll be curious about me playing them. She’ll say something.

Is it okay when some folks visit me and say nothing about the cello? Of course. There are no rules. But those human beings aren’t Elise.

Here’s a work of art in my kitchen:

Elise will see beyond the letters and numbers and ask aloud “What am I looking at?” How were these symbols created in this “painting”?

And now my favourite revealing of a possible future. Here’s what sits in my living room:

Elise will see the bundle of colours and wonder. My tomorrow love won’t stop there, however. She’ll rise from the couch and pick up the vibrant roundness.

And then I’ll know

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Should I let you know tomorrow what could happen when she picks it up?

I say … maybe