Friday, May 17, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
“So I get there, right, and he picks me up from the airport. He tells me we are going to go to his mom’s for dinner,” Jillian said sarcastically in her husky voice. “I’m thinking, right dude I fly in to see you and the first thing you want to do is take me to your mother’s, not like to bed or anything but to his mom’s.”
Jillian chuckled, recalling.
“I figure whatever, go with the program, right? So we go to his mom’s. Well she’s this wealthy woman who lives in a massive house with his sister who is divorced and living back at home. I can tell right away she doesn’t like me nor, it appears, does the sister. I feel uncomfortable but he is trying hard to make me feel welcome. Then, throughout dinner, I notice the two of them constantly tell him what to do, what to eat, how much, how much wine, where we are going to sit after dinner, when he can leave. By the time we can go, I’m a little freaked out.”
“So is he a total mama’s boy?” Linda asked.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
The rocks were a bit slippery, so I cautiously followed the boys. There were some patches of cattails, and I noticed a few pollywogs. I immediately started looking for frogs. I was sort of lagging behind, thinking about my own creek and the games we played, while the boys splashed up ahead. It didn’t take me long to find a little frog, and I picked it up.
“Hey, look what I found,” I yelled at them.
Mathew and Bobby turned around and came back.
“Cool, look at that,” Mathew said, reaching to touch the frog that I had cupped in my hand.
“You like frogs?” Mathew asked, surprised.
He was gentle when he stroked the little guy and his fingers couldn’t help but touch my hand in doing so.
“Yeah, we have a creek at the end of our street, and they're all over the place, even bullfrogs.”
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
I lay awake in his arms thinking about our evening. When I volunteered to cook it was to reciprocate for the nice things he’d done for me. I hadn’t anticipated this is how the evening would end. We’d eased into the whole thing, so comfortably that it shocked me. It was like we both were in need of the human connection for different reasons, but it worked.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
“You nervous?” he asked opening the car door for me.
“I am,” I answered getting in.
Who was this girl? I suddenly wasn’t sure why I said yes. “Remember who you are” mom said. Yes, remember.
“New car,” I stated.
“Not new, but new to me. Look cassette deck no 8-track.”
“Coming up in the world,” I joked.
“What do you want to hear?” he said leaning across me to the glove box. “I’ve got some John Denver, Barry Manilow."
“You do not, you liar,” I teased back.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
This writing thing is hard work. My days fly by and I feel like I should be getting so much more done. No writers block, just a lot to be done. Jumping backwards a bit while editing continues...gotta love that it can always be better.