Classic east-west hybrid of grease and health scrambled egg and cheese breakfast on toast with hummus and arugula and avocado, too, it was late in the morning what some people--not my people--would consider afternoon. Monique's friend got here and fit right in and the three of us in our random wondrous rounds flitted about a bit than landed together in a circle wide enough for us all, but close together too, on the wood deck and stones, in the sun with breakfast in her backyard.
And it came out what a Sunday Funday football nerd I am--the roots in this, how it connects me to home, to south Baltimore home of dad and the McMullens and all the maleness, the males the males the men of my family my history and the industry and honesty of the blue-collar turned prosperous settled traditional hard-working people who grew me. How it comes out for me now in shades of Ravens purple in the fall.
How it means all, when it comes to security that is. We were talking then I was high energized light in my eyes talking about the exhibition game Thursday night. Eagles and the Ravens on tv at the brew-pub in Santa Barbara just me and my Chestertown-who-arent-from-Chestertown and dont even live-there-now some Ravens-fans some-for-Philly eastcoast-friends. And then I started to tell Mo's friend about our highschool football team, how bad they were in the nineties how it took them til our senior year before they won one game. This is when Monique interjected with her own contagious personality of half-enthusiasm half-pure sweet Yes!! Yes we were so bad we actually got a day off school when they won the Homecoming Game! And then I was zeal-fresh with my own infected spur YES! Yes! Because of course that is where I was going with the story--that we actually--did she remember--got a day off school. So obviously. That is when I fell in love. So I figured I better tell her: once I love you it's no more good. You're sorta stuck with me, then no matter what may come. Like...forever...
She is taking me north in to the mountains with friends. Santa Cruz mellow as it is--on bikes all over town yesterday, volleyball on the beach happy hour tacos all her friends so sooo good--the smile and the yellow sun and my strong legs and sandy knees and the smile on me--oh did I mention my smile? Non-stop? Now we'll go north, than Oregon later just me. Maybe we'll chill in the mountains for the fall? And also there's south again soon to Newport Beach and more of LA. Where Mike is, where there's winter-sun. Also where her everloving heart lives. I am unconcerned with the details, actually. Yo tengo mi rinconita...I have my little corner. In my car! And otherwise, all the land, alll the sun. There is work to be done. All else, the larger corner as of yet meant to be found, for my own great big and small at once sacred ordinary thumbrint of the world...will surely show itself as it continues to go. Will surely just come to be.
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