Strawberry Ice-cream

[KB.]

Strawberry Ice-cream



Hey Sunshine, how are you? I'm doing alright. Didn't quit smoking, but I only had half a glass of that wine. UB40 was playing, I had to do it. Was nice talking with you this afternoon, made for a good full day. Lunch at Joanie's, a wink to the Muse, talked Music with Mona, did a crossword puzzle and talked to some random stranger about how the younger pro sports players are so much better with their money than the older guys were. Had some IT guys from Anheuser-Busch sit down next to us, got a kick out of listening to them talk about laptops, routers, and small business servers. It got busy, was kind of cold here today, the patio was closed so everyone was inside, Mona got too busy to talk, and Muse got a look in her eye.

I left earlier than planned, came straight home to see if you were around to talk with, left the door unlocked as you so eloquently put it, and smiled as soon as that chime sounded, didn't startle me at all. Talked for a long while, was nice, almost as good as a nap in a hammock on a warm Sunday afternoon. We did the usual, exchanged music, love Diana Krall's "Temptation", has a nice beat, it reminded of what actual temptation must sound like if set to music. I promised pictures of the neighborhood on Sunday, hope it is warm, can't disappoint. I'll be out there taking them regardless. You made me laugh, you're good at that. It feels good. Left you with a "can't wait to see you again", you of course understood. Wished I'd known all of this a decade back, but of course things were different then weren't they, and so were we. Also, I am in love with the knowledge that you listen to Slim Harpo, wonder how many women under 50 can say they've even heard of him. It speaks volumes.

I want to hear your Dad play Maple Leaf Rag on his guitar. Your stories make me see that. You do well, you've got rhythm, and the words flow clear like water. Humbles me.

I smiled when I saw your "Good Morning" message to me today. You never realize how much you miss a thing as simple as that till you don't hear it for awhile. Folks say it at work, but by that time it may not be so good anymore, and that needs to be said fresh, and given before it wilts. I shivered when you said you listened to Coltrane, and you had the Porgy and Bess CD. Music means a lot to me, in case you hadn't figured out, find out what a person really likes to listen to, and you can snoop around in their head for days. .

It will be late when you get home, be tomorrow even. I want to stay up; you know the whole Al Green, "Make you come home early, make you stay out all night long", deal. I'm tired though, may just go to bed after this, I'm sure I'll find some reason to stay up, don't have to be at work till three in the afternoon, see what I did there, already making excuses. I'm anxious you see. Supertramp is playing right now, how the hell do you go from Coltrane and Al Green to Supertramp?

Let me pause it and go smoke real fast like. Give a little bit. I'm back; I'm a pro at it, no bench warmer here. I demolish those Marlboros. I went for my walk after you had to leave to get ready for work, cut it short the wind was cutting through me, it was 80 Monday and I had to work, was stormy all day yesterday, I was off, was off today as well, and of course it was cold. Good thing I had company. I cooked baked chicken for supper, put a little garlic chutney I made on it, made some toast out of this Tuscan Pane bread I get at Trader Joe's, it is a natural foods store, imagine me at a natural foods store. No Diet Cherry Cokes there though, so I have to roam across the parking lot to Target and get those. Filled me up, satisfying to cook my own food, something besides frozen pizzas. I got a jones for strawberry ice cream a little later on, and thanks to my pleasantly active metabolism I felt no regrets about walking next door and getting some. I ate it slow, and played, "I Melt with You". So glad I got industrious and connected the computer to the stereo, head phones just don't do music justice. Can't feel it through the head phones.

Told a story about you at Joanie's today, same guy I was talking the finances of youthful sports stars with. I used words like, mean as a snake, tough, and not afraid to give someone the crazy eye. Some of the best times I had right there. Amazing where ten years goes isn't it?

I poured the rest of the wine down the drain, lead me not into temptation as they say. Then I played "Whiskey River" and "Sunday Morning Sidewalk" back to back. Probably should have kept the wine and deleted the songs.

How much you going to snoop around tonight? There is a line in some song, I'll leave it up in the air, about "caught you knockin at my cellar door" the song is clearly about a white horse, but those lyrics are ambiguous, can draw a lot of pictures there. Addiction is universal, it isn't pigeonholed into just something you put in your nose, or pour down your throat. My eyes are getting tired; it is irritating the **** out of me. When I want to sleep it rarely comes, although to be fair, it has been quick to get to me when I finally lay my head down these past few days. Thanks for that. Not a lot of crazy folks to talk to around here, plenty of loons, but most of them seem to speak a different dialect than I do. It is like water in the desert with you, that’s over done, how about a bacon cheese burger at a vegan convention?

This is the first letter I have ever typed, a thousand pages I've written with pen and pencil, be the first I intentionally let more than the addressee read as well. Hope that doesn't bother you. I doubt anyone will put the context clues together, and anyone that did, I would hope was a good enough person to just enjoy and keep quiet. You can always leave a comment saying, "Hey that’s me he's talking about" then stick out your tongue at the rest of em. I'll delete it if you want me too; I'm sure no one will be quick enough to copy and paste it somewhere safe.

You know there is a great probability that there may be more than one person reading this, I hope anyway, that will think, "Who is he calling sunshine now?” that's alright though. Remember what I said last night when we were discussing Muse, I told her she was the most amazing woman I'd ever met, and she was, but so were the rest of them in their time. Most still are, every now and then. Absolute statements are still absolute, even when made again. That’s my logic; don't expect anyone else to subscribe to it.

Thank you for the conversation, I'm waiting for more, keep me sane, and fill in what the written purging doesn't account for.

I'm gonna share two things Sunshine said in our talking today that struck me as very, what’s the word, I guess inspiring, cause I'm going to steal both and write about them. The first was a dream she had, Loretta Lyn kidnapped her, took her away in an El Camino, and played an eight track of Coal Miner's daughter, over and over, Loretta was played by Sissy Spacek in the dream of course. Now tell me that ain't a book waiting to happen. The other was this, "If a comma was a man I'd marry him", that’s got so many spin off thoughts and layered meanings it is crazy. Both times they sprung from nowhere. I swear for Jeff (no I have no clue who Jeff is) that isn't something you find in normal conversation, but yeah, normal is boring.

KB

"If this crush-slash-swooning stuff is hard for you to stomach, if you've never had a similar experience, then you should come to grips with the fact you've got a TV dinner for a heart, and might want to consider climbing inside a microwave and turning it on high for at least an hour, which if you consider only goes to show what kind of idiot you truly are because microwaves are way too small for anyone, let alone you, to climb into.

~Mark Danielewski

Amantes sunt amentes - Lovers are lunatics

[littlemissgiggle]

yum i could just eat a strawberry ice cream