Saturday, January 5, 2014
Well, and so he asked if we might write. That steep, lanky frame bent over the back of my pew and at the end of those lanky Texan legs were a pair of splendid boots, worn in and tough and careless. The mouth of this tall, easy frame was saying,
“Before you drift off into oblivion, I’d like to ask you about something. Don’t know if this is something you’re interested in or not, but I would like to write you and get to know you better.” Two hazel eyes were looking down at me from that frame bent over my pew into my swirling grogginess. But thickness of mind had no effect on the stomach; it floated up into my throat, then bounced around in the pits for a while. I thought I’d burst of smiles all pent back.
“Like I said,” he was saying, “You can pray about it if you’re not sure or just need some time…I don’t know if this is of the Lord or not…I’ve enjoyed our correspondence we’ve had in the past – ”
“Yes, I would,” I said simply.
“…Would be interested in praying about it?” He was raising his brows.
“I’d be interested in getting to know you,” I smiled at him, wanting to laugh. He smiled too.
Don’t be fooled by my calm entry, for once he had walked away I jumped up from my seat and dashed to the kitchen behind me where a group of my girl friends were huddled, and burst into laughter as I said as quietly as my excited voice would allow,
“He just asked me to write him!!! John Barrett Watson!” And they laughed with me, glancing over shoulders to make sure he wasn’t around.
Monday, January 6,2014
Jay is home. Drove in Saturday. We had chicken wings tonight and 10 out of 11 were home. I discovered this truth counting glasses for the table. Ten out of eleven being home! That’s a good feeling. Abrum was the last to finish eating and said to himself, though he addressed the comment to Dawn who was cleaning up, “Well if you insist, I’ll have one more.” He forked four more onto his plate and commenced chewing them with perked, rounded lips, all squished to the middle. His jaw, too, seemed to follow a circular motion, which, between bites, caused the dangling mane to wobble and shudder as if it were frightened. I laughed at his odd eating form, then he smiled a little and said, “I guess you never had the unique pleasure of experiencing Mr. Aikens as he took a meal.” I had not. But apparently the boys at the table had, for this rousted an outburst of laughter from them. Daddy too, with Mama, who’d retired to the living room were heard with a shout and chuckled laugh. There was a great deal of “Watsoning” going on tonight during wahoo. Abe would vigorously shake his die and exclaim in hopes of a six, “Gimme a big one, Watson!” “She is operating on more Watts than we are tonight…Oh! Someone’s Watson-Happy!…” So enters the phase of relentless teasing. Ah, well, it’s always been tradition for me to have the family “In On the Doings”. It’s much more rewarding, fun and safe that way. They’re not afraid to tell me when I’m faking or when I’m trying too hard. Or not hard enough – as Mama likes to remind me that ‘dressing well for your man can go a long way in showing respect…So, go put on a little lipstick.’
Funny excerpt from Saturday night conversation with JBW. I was fading quickly, and was losing the grasp on reasoning and concentration. John was telling me that his Dad and Mama ran a small newspaper at one point. But I’d faded and couldn’t remember what the connection was…
“Wait, you and your Mom?” I asked…John paused.
“No, my Dad and his Mom. No. Wait. Now you’re rubbing off on me.” We were both so tired and groggy, but that was our last chance to talk in person. It was worth it for me, even though it was a loopy conversation. At one point I punched him. It was meant to be a nudge on the arm as in “Oh, see? Me too!” But I remember the moment of contact feeling much harder and out of control than I was expecting. The nice thing about John is that, though I’ve been attracted in a more selfish, shallow way to other fellows, there is something very Good about him, that makes me instinctively trust him. It’s easy to be around him, easy to talk with him, easy to laugh with him. There’s an honesty and frankness that seems evident and he isn’t one to always have the spotlight on him. He’s quiet, but he has an ease which becomes him terribly well.