August 19, 2008


  • light as a featherS was gone all last week. He called me one day to say hello. Maybe it was the mountain air he was breathing or just that he missed me… but his voice was so sweet and gentle and like cotton candy. It’s like all of a sudden he was speaking with a soft-focus filter through the phone. It’s been years since I’ve heard that voice, who is this guy? So I was floating on air the rest of the day. I was reminded of that phrase, “swept off my feet”… where you feel like everything’s soft and dreamy and you could just float or melt away.


    And then I started thinking of silly things he says or does.


    We went to have pho the other day… Why is that stuff is so good?
    But I can’t stand the smell of it lingering on my clothes, my hair, my skin afterwards.


    J: Yuck, I hate food smells on my clothes. I stink!
    S: I like food smells.
    J: Maybe if I walk around I will attract some Vietnamese boys that like food smells.
    S: Then you can sing: “My pho smell brings the Viet boys to the yard and they’re like ‘It’s better than yours… “


    I don’t know where he comes up with this stuff.
    Cracks me up.

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