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An unexpected greeting on my first night alone at Kenwood - Sing With Me If It's Just For Today...
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An unexpected greeting on my first night alone at Kenwood
An elderly black woman stood inside the gate of my front yard waiting for me, or I suppose whoever happened to pull into the driveway, and when I stepped from my car, she rushed to greet me, sticking out her hand for a shake and asking my name.

“Terry,” I said as I shook her thin hand looking at her weathered wig that tilted off to the right and I saw the glare from my porch lantern in her over-sized glasses.

“Do you know if this house is still for sale or who I could talk to at Coldwell Banker? Are you living upstairs? I been wanting to buy this place.”

“The house was sold, ma’am. I’m afraid I bought it.”

“Oh.” She sagged a little. “I wanted to buy it, but I guess it went fast. It sure is a pretty house.” She walked toward the front porch, climbed the five dark red cement stairs, and picked up three large plastic bags that she’d stored there. I passed her on her way out of the gate, she turned around, swinging her head toward the house, “It sure is a pretty one you got there.”

“Thank you, ma’am. And what's your name?"

"Jennifer"

Well you take care.”

“You too, son.”
* * * *

fabulistJoe arrived from Maryland just in time to see me completely freak fucking out. The last No-Lube Fuck from the owners of Superba was when they lowered the price to what I’d originally offered them on the Saturday before the Monday I was closing escrow on the new house. Could I pull together the loan over the weekend? No, but it didn’t stop me from trying as I wearily and haplessly hopped on board the Financing Train.

Joe’s compassion was constant and needed. He worked until he was gasping for air, sometimes in the world of his iPod, other times he’d patiently listen to me wail and cry. After long days of stress and hard labor, we’d have no more energy for anything but to fall onto the couch and stare at television, or sometimes for me I’d clench and stare at the space between memories and the wall.

I couldn’t have done this without Joe. None of it. It was hard to put him on a plane on Monday, but I know he’ll be back. He seems to like the house.
* * * *

The last three words of Brokeback Mountain undid me. Right after the movie, Joe and I met creactivitySusan and Paul for dinner for some super great BBQ, although it took me a while to shake off the film. The medium rare tri-tip helped.
* * * *

I shamble around the house when I get home from work, looking for something in one of the thousand boxes that might as well be marked Miscellaneous, and nothing is where it should be because where it should be is now somebody else’s home. I’m taking off work until the third of January, and in that time, I hope to get a dog and find a place in this house to put things where they rightfully belong.

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notoriousbrb From: notoriousbrb Date: December 21st, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC) (Link)

Wonderful

I am purring for you. This is great. Pics of the new place soon?
tedwords From: tedwords Date: December 21st, 2005 07:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Enjoy your time off. I'm certain you'll get those boxes sorted ort in no time at all. At least, those that need to be sorted out. Some things are better left in storage.
creactivity From: creactivity Date: December 21st, 2005 07:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
I thought you were gonna get the dog before Joe left. Wha' happened?
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: December 22nd, 2005 01:14 am (UTC) (Link)
The poor dog turned out to be a panter who drank excessively and needed walking twenty times a day. I've got my eye on another one, though.
cricketshay From: cricketshay Date: December 21st, 2005 07:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love you. (crying for the third or fourth time today)

I love that I can "see" you and Joe. I love that he will be back and he likes the house.

Happy Holidays!
From: ex_hotlavamo352 Date: December 21st, 2005 07:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
It makes me feel jealous when you talk about hanging out with other people. Hmph.
From: ex_hotlavamo352 Date: December 21st, 2005 07:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Especially that Jennifer!
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: December 22nd, 2005 01:13 am (UTC) (Link)
You and your fop will always have a place to stay if you two head out west.
gotu From: gotu Date: December 21st, 2005 08:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
One thing about small town Pennsylvania is that I'm pretty sure we're not in the distribution queue for Brokeback Mountain. Capote is coming to Lewisburg, though.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: December 22nd, 2005 01:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Because of the success of it so far in limited markets, Focus Films is releasing more prints than they thought needed. Look for it at a plex near you soon.
gotu From: gotu Date: December 22nd, 2005 04:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hm, yeah, with any luck, but this is Pennsylbama. I'm not sure how well a homo cowboy story would go over.
From: tequilaprophet Date: December 21st, 2005 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
Welcome home...
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: December 22nd, 2005 01:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, and nice to be here.
kishenehn From: kishenehn Date: December 21st, 2005 10:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Better than anything else at all, a dog will turn a new house into a home.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: December 22nd, 2005 01:08 am (UTC) (Link)
I know that to be true.
From: fuck_isms Date: December 22nd, 2005 03:39 am (UTC) (Link)
My life has been nuts so I am behind on livejournal, lemme just say I am really happy you got to keep the house!

Merry Christmas mang.
quuf From: quuf Date: December 22nd, 2005 08:03 am (UTC) (Link)
I dogsat for some friends recently. My last morning there, I was in such a fit of tidying up that I didn't pay Candie, a border terrier mix, the attention to which I'd accustomed her over the previous couple of days. When I returned to the living room from the garage, I saw that she'd deposited a lovely coil of turd on the hardwood floor. It sat there like a piece of conceptual art. What could I do but laugh?
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