Borage. From yesterday at the community garden in my plot. It seems happy.
In chatting with Mr. Boulder over the last few weeks, both the fact that he likes movies and hasn’t been to one in at least 17 years came up. Of all the movies out there, the one I had most wanted to see was The Hail Mary Project. The book is called Project Hail Mary so no wonder I was getting them confused. Other than “the film” of Midsummer’s Night in Prison I haven’t seen a movie in public in a long time.
I told him the basic premise of the story, and he was like, let’s go, let’s go. I kind of sort of had yesterday off from League stuff. We had our almost 4 hour long annual membership meeting on Tuesday as well as our primary election and everyone is basically toast. I know I am.
He worked a small job for Mr. Pedantic on Wednesday, moving dirt from a load dropped off out front to a well-designed raised bed out back to earn enough cash to take me to the movie and get some snacks, which we did before we got to the theater. We went a little early because as neither of us had been to a movie in a long time we weren’t even sure if we could pay cash.
When we got there, we chose our seats and paid and then went into the relatively small theater and there was no one else in there. No one came in through all the ads, the trailers, the movie, the credits. It was just us. It was a hoot. We moved to the very best seats, and as I had restrained myself from spoiling the story for him, it came as a bit of a surprise. He was so chuffed about the whole thing.
He worked hard for this. Turning things around.
It was fun for me on a number of levels. It was like a vacation day, a serious vacation day, something I have not had in literally years. A couple. He came over right after class as he had a clinic appointment early having to do with monitoring and we chatted, made macaroni and cheese (with sausage) and then went to the garden. He wants to draw the old god rosemary he pruned and we planted herbs around. They are all thriving. We came back to my place, and he asked if he could clean up my poor beleaguered patio well that has a bunch of empty pots and a cold frame and tomato cages on it.
It only took him a half an hour and oh my gosh it looks so much better! Plans for plants are being made.
It makes perfect sense. He spent all those years dreaming about making a home for himself with all the creature comforts and autonomy being free means and here I have been squandering that commodity by being busy and tired and distracted. My place is like a practice canvas for him and his own space when he gets there.
Then we walked to the movie. It was a gorgeous warm day. And after I made grilled tuna sandwiches back here and we talked and talked.
Endearments were exchanged. Wow.
The hard part is that this thing that is happening between us is the kind of thing that people might have concerns and opinions about. Lots of them. He is still in a vulnerable position and has a 10 PM curfew.
There is so much to consider. And yet we are having fun. I make him laugh and he makes me appreciate so much that I normally take for granted. If that is all there is to it, I think we would both be fine.
But the way we are heading… I feel like we should carry around a sign that says, “It is not what you think it is”. At least there is the gift that I look a fair amount younger than I am. And yeah, sure we are both mature adults and who cares what other people think, but we both live in a world where what other people think does matter. It does. The 22 years between us is a heavy weight.
But as Rocky says in the movie, and much better on the audiobook…
Amaze, Amaze, Amaze!
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