After our casino trip on the last night of our Pony visit, we stopped by our hotel so he could get his dinner leftovers from the previous night. Oh, Pony! He'd thought his medium-rare chopped steak, and lobster, would be fine if left in the car while we gambled. Let the record show the temperature was 98 degrees that day, and not much less that evening. So we had persuaded him to leave it in our mini fridge.
Anyhoo...before taking The Pony back to his apartment that last night, we all sprawled around on the queen size beds, watching TV. Mysteries at the Museum. Farmer H and The Pony chose the program. Of course The Pony wanted to lie on MY bed with me. Can you imagine that he didn't want to share a bed with Farmer H?
The Pony was up against the headboard, using all three of my pillows. He DID allow me the use of a little throw pillow to rest my head crookedly, while lying on my side across the foot of the bed. He was teasing me and poking me during our view-fest and argumentative conversation concerning conspiracy theories. Spurred on by the show, with a segment on a doctor who faked a Polish village having typhus to save it from the Nazis.
All at once, I felt his BARE FEET [THE HORROR] on my back, up under my shirt.
"NOOO! Get your feet OFF ME NOWWWW!"
"Oh, okay. Don't you miss those times when I'd put my foot up on T-Hoe's console, and you'd grab it, thinking it was my hand?"
"NOOO! I don't miss when you used it to rub the back of my arm, either, while I was driving!"
"Oh, Mother Dear. I know you miss me. I'll keep my feet off you now. I've had them up under your covers all this time to keep them warm."
"NOOO!"
We stopped to gas up A-Cad at the 7 Eleven near The Pony's apartment. While Farmer H was pumping the gas, I told The Pony
"I always look forward to coming out to visit you, but then I realize that we'll be LEAVING, and you'll be staying here. I always cry for the whole first hour on our drive back."
Okay. That's what I MEANT TO SAY. What I actually said to The Pony, me in the shotgun seat, him in the diagonal back seat behind the driver, was
"I always look forward to coming out to visit you, but then I realize that we'll be LEAVING, and you'll be staying here. I always cry for the whole first mile on our drive back."
The Pony replied, "Well. You stop before you even get out of the city limits. It's good to know that you get over me so quick."
It was unspoken that we both knew what each other really meant.
I always enjoy visiting with my kids too, but I'm also glad to be going home and leaving them again. They're older anyway, my youngest is 37, so don't need me and they live close enough that I could go every day if I wanted. I don't.
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ReplyDeleteIf my kids lived close, I probably wouldn't visit them very often. Just knowing that I COULD would be enough.