Back porch dates

Back porch dates

We’ve been having back porch dates lately because they’re free, and the monitor is our babysitter, and Texas evenings in March and April are glorious.
Weller is excited to have the company. We’re trying to teach him to lay down, and he just sits there. At least he can do that.
I wrap up in a quilt because it’s just chilly enough, and I know that won’t last long. It’s the quilt that used to be on the guest bed, but I decided to use the black and white one we had instead. At least for now. I’m hoping to paint the guest room one of these days. And then who knows what bedspread I’ll end up with.
I crack up every time I think about where I got this quilt. First of all, it’s way too country for my usual taste. I like the individual colors, but combined, it’s a little too “Pioneer Woman started a line of sheets, bedspreads, shams, quilts and throw pillows”. Anyway, it cracks me up because I got it at the Portsmouth Kroger for like $15. Yes, I occasionally buy quilts at Kroger. And pink velvet shirts from Sam’s, apparently. (The shirt is cute, and it was cheap, but it sheds like an animal. Like, when I wear it it leaves little velvet pieces on the back of my seatbelt and the next time I’m in the car, the shirt I’m currently wearing now has little velvet pieces on it. It may end up in the Goodwill pile if it doesn’t get its act together here shortly.)
Shawn packs his pipe with Francesca, and her sweet scent swirls around the porch as I sit wrapped in the Kroger quilt, and Weller rests his head on my lap. I ask Shawn why he has a nail, and he tells me that it’s a tamper. “I learn something new every day around you”, I say.
Weller leaves my lap for a moment to chase smoke rings (in the dark).
Shawn leans against the post of the porch, still wearing his dress shoes, dress pants, and undershirt, his work shirt and tie are inside on the kitchen table. They come off almost as soon as the garage door opens.
Shawn poured me a sampling of Sazerac Rye from his collection. I held onto the glass tightly, because it’s a fancy one. And that concrete isn’t very forgiving.
Even though we have the sound monitor with us, we love to peak in on baby girl as often as we can. We watch her roll around the crib, from one end to the other, finding her thumb with each move, and falling back asleep. Man are we blessed with a sweet baby.
Shawn told me his tales from his day at work, and how he called the landscaping company boss and told him the guys had been slacking. They were there first thing in the morning, revamping the place like they should have been all along. I tell him he’s a good manager, and good at dealing with people because of our time managing the guesthouse. We had to learn that fine line between nice and friendly, and “get this done, son.”
Somehow we started talking about when I had Malaria and Shawn was so scared he didn’t know what to do, so he called his mom. Oh that’s how we got to talking about that. We didn’t have WiFi in our apartment in Guinea, and we had to go to a Cyber Café to connect to the internet. And because we didn’t have WiFi it was so expensive to make a phone call from our house. But when I was sick, Shawn didn’t care how much it would cost. He wanted to talk to his mom. He knew that if anyone would hit their knees and pray, she would. And he knew that she would tell everyone to pray. And she did.
We look at the cam again and see that baby has rolled over again.
Weller’s back to not wanting to lay down, but we settle on him resting his face on my lap. And I didn’t even break my fancy glass. It was a good night.


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