Did laundry together tonight. Like before. J picked me up, we washed, waited, sitting on folding tables, swinging legs back and forth talking about everything like always. Folded together.
J: You don't mind helping me real quick do you?
H: Of course not.
J: It's just tshirts and stuff...
H: It's no mystery...
J: What do you mean?
H: Even if it wasn't just shirts... It's no mystery.
J: Oh yeah... well, yeah...
Bought new sheets together. Chose the color for him.
J: I really need a new comforter... it's coming all unstitched... but you know that.
H:... yeah. I do.
He loves his car. More than life. More than drums. Had been back and forth on names for her for months. Finally, told me he picked one.
J: I decided what to name my car.
H: You did?? FINALLY. What is it?
J: H. After you.
H: ...that's so nice...but I thought you were going to sell her and get something...newer?
J: I decided to keep her.
H: You love that car.
J: I do love that car.
Am strangely ok with this. Though, don't know why. Has been suggested that only a clean break will set yours truly on right path to future aquisition of new, better bicycle. Somehow, above solution doesn't feel right and am more inclined to follow instinct and keep bike around for nostalgia and well, is v. comfortable bicycle. And aside from everything, do love J v. v. much. Write this as am eating remainder of pint of Ben and Jerrys. Must not be completely ok. Am scraping bottom of carton.
Posted by This Fish at September 16, 2002 10:35 AM