Dave*

Dave* and Kathy came over last night. We fed them as best we could, with our usual theory of cooking†. They brought me raspberry starts. We talked about Stuff, and left the feelings out of it, although they were still in the subtext. Cats came to visit and be petted, they do seem to enjoy our friends. We walked around the block and told stories. Of fires and fires and drugs. Gave Kathy the insulated copper wire I salvage from work (it would be trashed otherwise) and a few needle counters (same) for her HS engineering class. I will get more, as she uses it.


I hope we gave them some respite, some distraction, for all their trouble getting a sitter and driving what is for me a long way. Not such a drive for them, Dave works near us, but I never assume.

Old friends. We walked by the place Dave* and Kathy's brother, and another friend, took me to eat and have a beer, the night Dylan had his shattered elbow fixed, and he was in the hospital, and I was fine, fine, fine, except I wasn't, and they fed me. I barely knew them, and only as Dylan's friends, that I liked, but...

I will never forget their kindness and thoughtfulness. Ever. An unpayable debt, especially since they keep on taking care of us. So, we keep trying to give back. This is love, when you pour everything into a friendship, and so do they.

Pour it all out, and trust.


*You know, Dave.
†Get good ingredients, don't fuck them up.