Thanksgiving Hurts
I think I’m still full from the meal I ate about 16 hours ago. Oh but it was so good. So good.
It was great to spend time with Hollis and Brian and Wes and Hollis’ mom. We had a really good time. Hollis’ mom seemed to be in really good spirits…we had some good laughs, and she looked great. I dunno…after being such good friends with someone for a while, their family starts to feel like your family, too, so it’s always nice when things are happy and harmonious. Her mom informed me that I am Officially family now, which is certainly nice to hear any day. I hadn’t seen Wes in a while, and I take comfort in the fact that some things never change; same grizzly beard that is oddly becoming to him, same twisted sense of humor, same brilliant delivery of the same jokes that still make me laugh.
And I have to say, it’s always lovely to spend time with Hollis and Brian together; I’m truly happy to see them so happy together. Brian gets my Grade A Best Friend Stamp of Approval, not that he ever needed it, but it’s worth something, I think. It’s good to see my friends happy.
I got home to an empty house, so, of course, I promptly starting cleaning, hoping that since Daniel is gone until Sunday, I can enjoy some Relative Order and Cleanliness in my life for a hot second. That’ll all evaporate come Intensive Arts, when I hardly feel like cleaning after those 12 hour days, chock full of seminars and plenty of painting. Plenty of bricks is really what I mean. I’m glad that I had my figures wrong originally, and it’s only the 7000 sq. feet of bricks, not 70,000. I was terrified, honestly.
It’s kinda lonely in this big ole house, all quiet except for the roasting embers to my left and the snoring kitty to my right. I’m pretty sure the ghost is keeping me company tonight, though…Right when I typed ‘it’s kinda lonely’, Cleecloe stood up on her back legs with her front paws hovering an inch off the couch and stared at the wall by the fireplace like something was over there. She followed it with her eyes across the room, and right as her eyes flicked to the area directly in front of me, a chill passed over my left side. Cold air touched me. Maybe it was a ghostly holiday hug. I’ve never been scared of whatever it is that lives in this house; I get the impression that this house was Loved by it’s former occupants, much as Daniel and I love it(I more than he, I think), and I think that maybe whatever (whoever) it is that shares this house with me has stayed because this house holds good memories. There is no hint of malice or ill-will, and I can’t say I blame a ghost for wanting to hang out in this light, airy, comfortable home.
I would prefer that sweet ole HoCakes to a chilly ghost any night, however. I Miss that woman. Six short days apart and I am beside myself with excitement to see her tomorrow. Funny how spending every day together for three months will create a noticable hole when the other is removed from the daily goings-on. She’s just so damn dreamy; I could spend years getting to know everything about her, years waking up to the cute song she sings me in the morning, years trying to articulate the precise color blue her eyes are.
Damn, I’m in deep smit.
