Momma wants a helicopter when she retires.
All the easier to go shopping, she says. Easier to come visit me, too.
She had me in stitches on the phone last night, until S & I had to go to our musician friends' house for dinner.
Sometimes you meet people who understand what you know. It’s as though something clicks internally, and you can be comfortable around them, and you don’t have to explain your reasoning or your core beliefs, you can just talk about whatever and actually talk, not argue, not try to compete, not get flustered if you don’t get a comment in edgewise.
Our friends JJ and Tebone are like that.
We met them as musicians; JJ has a voice from heaven, and Tebone is a wonderful songwriter. They’re from Austin, Texas, and drove all over the country before deciding to make a home in Eugene, Oregon.
They live in this rusty crusty old house in the “bad” part of town, which just means there are apartments and junky cars and people leave their trash cans by the curb all the time. Not much crime in Eugene anyway, and in that neighborhood maybe a bike gets stolen because it wasn’t locked up.
They want a home in the country. I said well yes.
JJ said she wants a place where she can open the door & let the dog go running, not have to worry about cars or animal control or fences, and I said S wants a place where he can pee off the porch. JJ said Tebone does that here and we all had a fit of giggles at his expense while he was outside bbqing some corn on the cob.
We drank too much wine and talked about where we’ve been since we saw them last, and where we’re going. Tebone was anxious about heading to Austin today for his brother’s wedding. Said he hasn’t seen his brother in five years, and in that time there have been more divorces and marriages and babies than he can count. We made him jealous by inviting JJ over for dinner while he’s gone. She said she’d sing for her supper, and I said, sold.
All the easier to go shopping, she says. Easier to come visit me, too.
She had me in stitches on the phone last night, until S & I had to go to our musician friends' house for dinner.
Sometimes you meet people who understand what you know. It’s as though something clicks internally, and you can be comfortable around them, and you don’t have to explain your reasoning or your core beliefs, you can just talk about whatever and actually talk, not argue, not try to compete, not get flustered if you don’t get a comment in edgewise.
Our friends JJ and Tebone are like that.
We met them as musicians; JJ has a voice from heaven, and Tebone is a wonderful songwriter. They’re from Austin, Texas, and drove all over the country before deciding to make a home in Eugene, Oregon.
They live in this rusty crusty old house in the “bad” part of town, which just means there are apartments and junky cars and people leave their trash cans by the curb all the time. Not much crime in Eugene anyway, and in that neighborhood maybe a bike gets stolen because it wasn’t locked up.
They want a home in the country. I said well yes.
JJ said she wants a place where she can open the door & let the dog go running, not have to worry about cars or animal control or fences, and I said S wants a place where he can pee off the porch. JJ said Tebone does that here and we all had a fit of giggles at his expense while he was outside bbqing some corn on the cob.
We drank too much wine and talked about where we’ve been since we saw them last, and where we’re going. Tebone was anxious about heading to Austin today for his brother’s wedding. Said he hasn’t seen his brother in five years, and in that time there have been more divorces and marriages and babies than he can count. We made him jealous by inviting JJ over for dinner while he’s gone. She said she’d sing for her supper, and I said, sold.
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