Sunday has come once again. I'm not used to being idle this time of day. Before my motorcycle accident, I spent every weekend at the Dairy Bar. Sunday was always especially fun, going into work at 4:00 a.m. I hated leaving Chelle in our warm bed, now I'm the one standing at the door as she leaves the apartment complex.
Today it's raining, it started last night while we were downstairs with some of our neighbors. Chelle played Mama Dee in hopscotch, it was an enedearing experience. I sat on the pavement and drew chalk pictures for Lulu while Tammy kept score. Chelle won, of course. I think she tried to hide it but her competitive side came out. "Go legs, go" Tammy shouted from the sidelines. It was funny because Lulu kept picking up the rocks that were marking their progress on the hopscotch board. And I think Mama Dee was a little tipsy too, because she drew an extra line that added a block to the board where it shouldn't have been.
Chelle and I like to joke around and call this place the Ghetto, but it's full of surprises. The more time we spend with our neighbors, we get to see some really nice moments and get a better understanding of the people here. I love Lulu, she always looks up to our balcony the moment she goes outside and yells up "Hey Jerry!". Sometimes I blush because she will say it over and over again, Mama Dee says she has a crush on me. Lately she has learned to say" Hey Chelle", and whenever Chelle drops down flowers, or soap, or Hot-n-spicy pork rinds she will now say "thank you Chelle'. She is so sweet. Lulu is only about 20 months old, and being around here brings out yearnings I have never really seriously thought about before. Now, don't go thinking I'm R.Kelly or anything, maybe it's my own biological clock ( do men have those?), but I want a little girl of my own that loves me like that.
Also yesterday I went and visited with a good friend of mine, whom I really don't get to see as much anymore. We used to work together, some days were so friggin' hilarious. We would make each other laugh so hard that we would shoot whatever beverage we were drinking out of our noses. One Wednesday, I asked him what was he planning on getting accomplished that day. He said "jack", and made a motion in the air with his right arm like he was masturbating air guitar style. I waited for him to take a sip of his Mello Yello and said "so, what is this the Wednesday morning jack-off?". He spit drink out everywhere. He and I have been friends for going on two years now. I try to be a good friend, one dynamic of our relatonship is I try to share with him the life experiences that have altered the way I perceive and do things. Part of me knows that sometimes the only way a person will learn is at their own time and pace, but still I try. If you care for some-one you will let them know before they stumble, and even if they do be there to help them back up if they fall.
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