Anyone else tired of living off of microwaved food that keeps you alive, but just barely. You’re not really living. Well, that’s how I feel. This is going to be a long one, but I am sure anyone who reads this will be able to scroll.
This first one is to the airman I heard. I swear I heard and saw a flyer, but I could be crazy it wouldn’t be the first time. And who does that anyone?! Who hears a voice and sees them? Who looks at a person and knows them? I don’t know. Too much room and space for doubt.
However, what I saw when I heard him and how I felt like spending time when I heard his voice was a long casual night. I saw spending a nice night outdoors. Sitting at a great wood table under a pergola, or perhaps a canvas overhang that still allowed us the view of the stars. Sharing a few bottles of wine, perhaps both red and white, or maybe just red. With a spread of tapas to nibble on. I was thinking of several kinds of olives, a variety of nuts, some slices of cheese – I would have to go to the store to be inspired by the specific choice, I was thinking of something not generic something atypical – some dry salami, some great crusty bread of rosemary with kosher salt on top to dip into olive oil with salt and pepper.
Talking into the night, sharing stories, having fun, just relaxing, no pressure, no struggle to fill awkward silence. I might tell you the story of how when I was visiting Florida with my family for the first time – I think I was thirteen – when we went to Circus World. It changed hands to Baseball City. Now, I don’t think its open anymore. However, when we went to Circus World, we went to see one of the shows under the big top. We were early, there weren’t many people yet seated. We were trying to catch a break from the oppressive heat. Thirteen on vacation with my family, sweating balls, and an employee approached me with my family to participate in the acrobat show. I was thinking, do I have to? I wasn’t really interested. I was a teen-ager, I was grumpy-sweating, you get the picture. They put the apparatus on me, hooked me up, then I climbed the ladder to the top where a clown was waiting. Can you believe this? I am not sure they would do this anymore? No waiver signed or anything. I mean, thinking of it now. Anyway, the show started, blah-blah-blah, and its time for me to swing. The clown goes to give me some chalk for my hands. I kid you not, I started a fight with the clown. It was playful. The audience was laughing. I batted his advances with the chalk away. Eventually, I swung through the air several times before falling to the net. I could have done it better. I needed to swing more with my legs. It looks like acrobats use their arms, but I felt it was mostly legs. The show ended and I am still in the ring as the audience is filing out. True story, I had random audience members coming up to me telling me how funny they thought I was, almost gushing. Truthfully, it is the kind of effect I used to be able to have on people if only in a crowd. I was not nervous. I never used to get nervous about being in front of people, or a crowd, or performing – ever. Until, nearly everyone was gone from the big top, my legs started to wobble. I recovered quickly.
If we are still enjoying each others company and we are still hungry then, I would make a Dagwood sandwich. I make the best sandwiches. They are a reason to eat a sandwich. A Dagwood sandwich of meats, cheeses, lettuce, tomato with salt and pepper, onion, cucumber, sprouts, potato chips, pickles – I think that’s everything. For dessert, since it is spring I was thinking of a strawberry shortcake. Made with broken up chunks of Angel food cake, strawberries that have been macerated in sugar with a little lemon. Topped with real whipped cream – not from a can – and grated nutmeg on top.
Anyways, just for fun. Just my idea of a casual, fun, relaxing way to enjoy each others company.
Ok, maybe it’s not so long of a post after all because I am tired, my body is broken, and my mind has been spent.
Good night and good morning.