Semi-Daily Scribbles

Previously…

Our Highway Scribe wants us to know she's doin' fine (racing thoughts in the fast lane not withstanding … and missing Ort something fierce.)

We know everything about each other after a 30-second assessment. We are surface dwellers.

"That's all I need." "I'll take it." "That works for me." A sentiment along those lines was uttered by O. "You" said you were "ok" with me being "Meh" as opposed to "Despondent." I do recall with more clarity that you said "That's all I need" in reference to my stink eye = "I'm takin' you to task, bucko" not-so-subtle reminder to do more doing and less cud chewing. Yeah – that's all I need. You do drop a lot of subtle flirty-talk. I hear you in my head more than acknowledging the sounds that come out of your mouth. It's more like you whisper in my ear – whether we're talking face-to-face, or you're manning your booth clear across the pavilion (Hey Darla – corn dogs for lunch?) Reckon it's that "Unbreakable Bond" thing. Jesus, how we've danced this mess before.

Lassies, do not fall into the Romance Trap. Repeat after me:
You like flowers?
Grow 'em!

You like jewelry?
Make it!

You like lovey-dovey music?
Sing your own song, loud & often!

Row Manse = A construct of which to steer clear.

But instead of corn dogs, make me some peanut butter toast and a cup of tea and we can stay up all night talking about words. You catch my meaning? This goes way beyond dreaming. Call it an arrangement made with respect to not expecting a goddamn thing.