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Greetings From Catalina Drive!

August 6th, 2006 (06:06 pm)

Our house has a Cuckoo clock!

*tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc*

::Giggles::

How fabulous.




I swear, Pop is going to just flip when he sees this place.
Ben has a gorgeous clock from Germany... from when his family was visiting there.
It is the spitting image of the one he (Pop) and his family bought in Germany
when he was a kid,
that hung in his home as a teenager...with paneling like this...and counters like these.
The wall paper in the bathrooms, everything is so...

Familiar.

That old TOP-'O-the-LINE Double-Wide 1962 Trailer, Maw-Maw's house.
It sounds, it smells, it feeeeeels like the happiest place I ever stayed.
My grandma's house.

A place that literally no longer exists.

But it's a REAL house, vintage sprinkler system, three bedrooms huge closets and
cabinets EVERYWHERE.... Huge huge huge.

Wind-up brushed-brass fire-alarms over every door...
Ox Blood kitchen sink and gas stove...pale blue-green counter tops
with gold and silver fleck?

(I noticed today that the colour patterns on the Crane Tea Cups that Ben's Mum gave
us, match the kitchen. My heart thumped hard, and I loved this place even a little more)

Ben keeps pulling his things out of boxes, boxes and boxes and boxes...
And it all matches.

His dishes...are more ME than MY dishes are!
Every little fear I had about us meshing our "things" evaporates more completely with
each box. There is no doubt, silly as STUFF is, we have a sense in common.

I drooled over his Wusthof knife set, fondled his stem ware...
Imagined elaborate 'platings' on his heavy Japanese-style plates and Udon bowls...
and almost sat on the floor and cried for joy when he brought in the Clock,
and hung it carefully on the wall in our dining room--setting it, expertly.

Ever get that feeling...something was just SUPPOSED to happen?

I should be more nervous, moving in with a man I started dating four months ago?
Right???

I don't.

The Unofficial Austin LJ Bed and Breakfast is getting nicely turned out, Friends.
It ain't a Youth Hostel anymore!

*LAUGHING*

Hrmmm, not sure he will love me referring to our home as a B&B.......


Well, you know what I mean.
I'm excited.
Those of you who visited me in the Tree House, know why.

*grins*

The only truly scary parts have not yet arrived.

The dog and the cat.
One hurdle at a time, yes?

I do not mean to fixate on the material, we have been enjoying each other...
the time we now have--stolen between the shifts of our opposite schedules.

Sometimes we look at each other from the corner of our eyes (i see him do it too)
And wonder what we are doing, what the other is thinking...
It really is all happening so quickly.

We were on the road today, early this afternoon, running errands to the new landlords...
And I saw him glance sideways at me.
I tried to hold still, let it pass with a smile on my face as we rode through Travis Heights
on our way to tie off a last detail.

I want to over-analyze everything.
I want to comment, and ask questions, take it all apart...

I am learning to listen to the moment.
Let go.

Choose my moments, my 'battles' if you will--though this is no war.
Everyone before him has been so like me, and in that, somewhat redundant.
I already have a ME.

He is different, a totally different creature from me.
And yet we meet at the strangest corners.
Dove-Tails, as zutroy put it.

Zut says our "Crazy" compliments the other.

I agree.


*tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc*.................


^_^


*Cuckoo!*

Comments

Posted by: barry_barry (barry_barry)
Posted at: August 7th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)
yearbook

My grandfather's house had a cuckoo. When I wrote that the first time, it was "my grandfather's clock had a cuckoo". *sigh*

I remember strange nights, with strange smells, in strange beds, listening to strange sounds of the country, against the *tic toc* of that clock. I remember him carefully unhooking the bits that made it cuckoo, when my family was there, and always secretly wished he wouldn't. I would awake to the smells of too much greasy bacon, fried eggs, and apple butter on piles of toast, with a percolator set on the table, gurgling its funny song, and the sounds of family in the next room, as I stumbled in wearing pajamas my mother had made, to greet three generations of Hobbs' listening to the farm reports on the radio.

I envy the magical place you find yourself in. It's so near to my own, but so very distant at the same time.

Continue on, as the little sprite you are, and we mortals will watch you from the dell, peeking over the dead tree trunk, wondering at your lightness.

Posted by: Stevens (thunper)
Posted at: August 8th, 2006 01:16 pm (UTC)
Pieces of the past
Tuckducken


.......It sounds, it smells, it feeeeeels like the happiest place I ever stayed.
My grandma's house

How would you like a few more pieces of Maw-Mwa's place, mom and Dad have oferred a few of the pieces that are just sitting in the storageshed. Plus I have the weekend off to be able to bring them to you.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: August 8th, 2006 07:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Pieces of the past

What have you got?
I don't even remember what all we packed up...

Would LOVE LOVE LOVE for you to come visit us!

Posted by: Stevens (thunper)
Posted at: August 8th, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Pieces of the past
lexs

in the words of a small alien
"Phooone hooome"

Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: August 10th, 2006 12:03 am (UTC)
cuckoo broad!

My grandparents used to have a cuckoo clock as well.
sadly, they eventually gave up repairing it.

fondled his stem ware

*smirk*

what?!  no, my mind does not live in the gutter!

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: August 10th, 2006 06:57 am (UTC)
Re: cuckoo broad!

I fondle his stem ware every chance I get.

^_^

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