Too much to do

Results in me purchasing music that I have longed to buy for years.

Thanks Roxy for the reminder. Hopefully the loveliness of this score will help me focus on the tasks at hand.

As hot tubbing season approaches

Once there was a Halloween party at the lovely old mansion I once called home. At this party I met a boy in shorts that I thought were much too short. After asking if he could take me out, and searching my house for a pen, he wrote my phone number on his hand and left.

We went out. Conversation came easily with him. We went up to the mountains. I found a beautiful fall leaf. He ran into seven-eleven to get a piece of tape. He proudly stuck the leaf to his dashboard. I hoped to see him again soon and uncharacteristically told him so.

I did see him soon. Two days later. It snowed a lot. I recalled that he had a hot tub so I shaved my legs in hopes that we would go hot tubbing that night. It snowed a lot. Hot tubbing was inevitable. We played truth or dare while sitting in the warm water. I told him my dreams. I told him what I wanted most from this world. It snowed a lot. I went home reflecting on the my truths I had disclosed with him. Hoping he would be a worthy steward of those things I shared.

He gave me a green sweater to wear when we ate soup outside one night on a golf course. I kept the sweater hoping that I would never have to return it with the obligatory box of items one gives back at the end of a relationship. My old mansion lacked insulation and I slept in the comfort of the green sweater, surrounded by the anticipation of a new connection with someone so intriguing.

Never had I met someone quite like him.

Time passed, but the boy with a mop of dark hair remained. We kissed on a rooftop. We grew in familiarity. I wanted him to meet all of my friends. I wanted to hot tub every night.

Spring came and he left, only to return with the long, warm days of summer. The boy shared with me the things he loves most: the beauty of southern utah, his family, being in the mountains. I shared too. Music, long car drives, parks and places.

Hot tubbing season is nearly upon us yet again. The time will soon come when the chill in the air demands sweaters, extra comforters on our beds, and the consumption of warm beverages.

The boy with the green sweater and green eyes is here. And I am happy.

Nearly three years ago

I had my first taste of international travel. . .

And I have been craving it ever since.