Sunday, December 17, 2006
DAY #3-saterday, part 1
keith got us up, i was sort of up. he takes a shower. watching the weather channel, doing my fangs, wash hair in sink, wash face.
big glob of green headed towards marquette. maybe it will slow.
keith gets out, dresses and plays with his hair. oh, he is particular about his hair. soooo 70's! but i find it adorable. it amuses me. i wash my hair. that's it. but i am blessed with great hair. actually so is he, but, he liked to play with it.
go to lobby to grab their free coffee and an apple. drive to show. he drops me off and i start unwrapping his pots while he parks. ooh, to see his pots before the selling. to see them all!!!, i snag 2. claim them! and boy, so cheap. my 'payment' if you will. he payed that horrid woman $100 at madison. i woulda done it for pots or art.
all set up. of course he makes sales immediately. i sit in my pink chair. one of those folding round chairs. i finally have a chair i can sit crosslegged in! a bit latter his parents arrive. his father has a back problem and from surgery, he can't stand straight to his 6'8". needs a walker, but is quite mobile. his mom is tall too.
they are very nice. i like them.
i had been reading one of the orations book and his father asked about it, i go over and show it to him. did i mention how pretty they are? 'art newvo'decorated cloth cover, but small.
his father is very smart. had run the des moines schools or something. high up in schools tho.
after a while they leave. more sales. no WHAD ya' know on the marquette NPR stations. oh well. more sales, keith comes and goes. keeps eye on big bank of dark clouds moviing closer.
then the rain starts. slow, but thunder. where is my unbrella??? forgot umbrella. i go sit under a tree and watch the lightning. i do enjoy thunderstorms. some teenagers are loving the rain, playing frizbee among the trees. there is a big gazebo up the hill. at first i think, that could be a disaster story. 20 killed when lightning hits gazebo. but eventually i go up there and keith joins me. we stay there a while, before i stand next to him. the weather is gonna suck for a long while we are sure. i have gone through days like it, as has he. so we pack up his pots, he goes to get van and i walk through puddles to the end of the road he is taking. ooh, the puddles are warm and the rest of my body cold. i get there first and watch everybody leaving the park. get into the van when it comes. shit. my windbreaker is NOT waterproof. sweatshirt under the jacket is wet. take it off and grab my new 'hoodie'. well, we are hungry, so we go to the family restaurant next to the super 8. keith gets pea soup. GREEN pea soup, ick. i get hash browns. ooh were they good! ate the whole huge plate. keith tries some, orders more hash browns and we almost finish it, and it is another pleasant 'date'. a very nice time.
we will be meeting his parents for dinner later at this cool bar/restaurant in marquette, so we go to motel til then. i get warm under the covers and listen to all things considered and i think he napped or rested.
then got to get ready for dinner. it is up nort (spelling intentional), so i am prepared, i have a mohair cardigan. and i get to wear one of my vintage necklaces.
keith got us up, i was sort of up. he takes a shower. watching the weather channel, doing my fangs, wash hair in sink, wash face.
big glob of green headed towards marquette. maybe it will slow.
keith gets out, dresses and plays with his hair. oh, he is particular about his hair. soooo 70's! but i find it adorable. it amuses me. i wash my hair. that's it. but i am blessed with great hair. actually so is he, but, he liked to play with it.
go to lobby to grab their free coffee and an apple. drive to show. he drops me off and i start unwrapping his pots while he parks. ooh, to see his pots before the selling. to see them all!!!, i snag 2. claim them! and boy, so cheap. my 'payment' if you will. he payed that horrid woman $100 at madison. i woulda done it for pots or art.
all set up. of course he makes sales immediately. i sit in my pink chair. one of those folding round chairs. i finally have a chair i can sit crosslegged in! a bit latter his parents arrive. his father has a back problem and from surgery, he can't stand straight to his 6'8". needs a walker, but is quite mobile. his mom is tall too.
they are very nice. i like them.
i had been reading one of the orations book and his father asked about it, i go over and show it to him. did i mention how pretty they are? 'art newvo'decorated cloth cover, but small.
his father is very smart. had run the des moines schools or something. high up in schools tho.
after a while they leave. more sales. no WHAD ya' know on the marquette NPR stations. oh well. more sales, keith comes and goes. keeps eye on big bank of dark clouds moviing closer.
then the rain starts. slow, but thunder. where is my unbrella??? forgot umbrella. i go sit under a tree and watch the lightning. i do enjoy thunderstorms. some teenagers are loving the rain, playing frizbee among the trees. there is a big gazebo up the hill. at first i think, that could be a disaster story. 20 killed when lightning hits gazebo. but eventually i go up there and keith joins me. we stay there a while, before i stand next to him. the weather is gonna suck for a long while we are sure. i have gone through days like it, as has he. so we pack up his pots, he goes to get van and i walk through puddles to the end of the road he is taking. ooh, the puddles are warm and the rest of my body cold. i get there first and watch everybody leaving the park. get into the van when it comes. shit. my windbreaker is NOT waterproof. sweatshirt under the jacket is wet. take it off and grab my new 'hoodie'. well, we are hungry, so we go to the family restaurant next to the super 8. keith gets pea soup. GREEN pea soup, ick. i get hash browns. ooh were they good! ate the whole huge plate. keith tries some, orders more hash browns and we almost finish it, and it is another pleasant 'date'. a very nice time.
we will be meeting his parents for dinner later at this cool bar/restaurant in marquette, so we go to motel til then. i get warm under the covers and listen to all things considered and i think he napped or rested.
then got to get ready for dinner. it is up nort (spelling intentional), so i am prepared, i have a mohair cardigan. and i get to wear one of my vintage necklaces.
