I am, by nature, an early bird. I always have been. I realize, of course, that not everyone is that way. (My brother)
I feel like this whole past week has been rather busy, and regardless of that fact, I always make it a point to be tired by Thursday. I get up at 5 am, even though I don’t have to be at work until 8 am, and it’s rare for me to sleep in on the weekends either.
Yesterday’s tiredness, called for a few cold Coronas, and my brother was nice enough to have them iced down for me when I got home from work! I’m pretty sure that he was just buttering me up, because he wanted my help with supper, but I’ll still call it win for me. I just threw together some Au gratin potatoes and put them in the oven, while he grilled some pork steaks.
I got a phone call from Feral Child #2 just as I got into my first beer. She’s excited because we’re cutting a shuck early from work today and making a road trip home. She lives at my place with her man and my two granddaughters that I call “Cookie” and “Sweet tater”.
I haven’t been home since I came up here last October, so I’m excited as well. The main reason that we’re making this three hour journey home, is for mesquite wood, which my brother has only one tiny sprig growing on his place, but I have plenty of on mine.
We grill quite a bit, and he has run out of mesquite, which we both agree, is our most preferred wood. It makes me laugh when I think about how we can have long conversations about woods, and I wonder if city folk ever even think about different woods. We talk shit about our neighbors, because they use cedar to cook with, and we can smell it when they do. One of them said that she wanted to invite us to eat sometime, and I politely said, “Sure.”, but what I thought was, “Hell no!”
Nothing beats a nice fire.
I’m looking forward to our trip.