Sorry I’ve not been about to update you, but things haven’t been wonderful. Myself and my love (Jesse ) have gone through many trials and tribulations, lord knows we have. I’ve have one health issue after another. Jesse is writing daily to everyone from the newspapers, MPs, TV, government… he’s working his sweet butt off. I hate I don’t have my man’s confidence and eloquence when it comes to writing. Even though we are both suffering from long bouts of depression, Jesse works tirelessly daily. He has this wonderful optimism I sadly lack.
Anyway we will get to all that later. When I last blogged I was up to Thanksgiving… wonderful time I can still almost taste it. Each day that passed I dreaded. It meant I was one day nearer to going home whereas Jesse seemed as always to look to our future. One day we had the most delightful lunch with two of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. They were Jesse’s friends Rocky and Buffy. Again I was nervous… didn’t know quite what to expect. But I shouldn’t have been. Both are sweet and quite literally welcomed me with open arms (as I write this I can’t help but feel sad. I miss them both terribly and I only met them a few times, but felt I’d known them both all my life.) We went to a lovely little restaurant and had the most delicious Chinese food. They all had soft drinks or tea, me being the only Brit, of course, had my favourite (Budweiser). Yeah, I know, but I love the stuff. And, yes, icy cold. (We Brits hate warm beer too despite our reputation. LOL)
Throughout the meal chatter flowed freely. Thanks to everyone I felt quite at home right from the start. It was wonderful to listen to Jesse and his old friend exchange stories from their band days. Both write music, would sing. Jesse played guitar, Rocky drums. I sat quietly listening to the tales and banter. Poor Rocky thought I was bored at one point I was so quiet, (Yeah, I can be quiet. LOL) but nothing was further from the truth. I could almost picture the venue’s, see the smokey clubs, hear the music, feel the excitement. I was living their dream vicariously. I love music and felt part of this wonderful past life they wove so magically between them. Rocky’s eyes lit up as he spoke of band members and the songs they sang. I could almost see them on stage. I felt sad that I hadn’t been there to witness this amazing part of my love’s life.
Our days drifted lazily. Jesse had to work most days. I sat in the office with him reading, writing poetry, sketching (something I hadn’t done in months). I got Jesse hooked on tea, which, as a Brit, I made almost hourly LOL. Jesse by then had me split between tea and coffee. He makes damn good coffee, folks. Often we out in the evening, sometimes just for a drive, other times to our favourite Denny’s. Days drew on and Christmas approached fast. Again this troubled me in a way. As much as I adore Christmas, it meant I was nearer to returning to the UK and away from my man. Jesse tried so hard to make me see the positive. Quicker I went back, quicker I could return, but all I knew I was about to have my heart wrenched out.
One day Jesse, trying to cheer me up, took me to his local nursery. He thought it would be good for me to see all the Christmas decorations. (‘Course it was and I loved it.) I couldn’t get over the price difference from GB to USA mind but Jesse, not quite knowing how into Christmas I was, was just about to find out. I held his hand tightly as ever as we went in, but within minutes he lost me. Well, sort of, because before long he found me again by following the sounds. LOL. He told me when we left even though he couldn’t see me, all he heard was OH WOW! every five minutes and he followed this and soon tracked me excitedly looking at some glittery tree ornament or another. We chose one, a pretty little candle that lit up, and also bought a bag of monkey nuts for the squirrels that I had made fast friends with. Couple of weeks later we went out to find our Christmas tree. We located one in the wilds of a local shopping centre. Jesse chopped it down. OK, OK… he put it in our shopping trolley with the balls and ribbons we had both chosen for decorating said tree. That night Jesse put up the tree and we both enjoyed decorating it like a couple of over grown kids. Cumzi helped best he could by sitting back bemused at the pair of us. We ooooed and awwwwed and sat on the sofa, lights out, looking at the wonder of our 6ft, white lit beauty. Jesse’s eyes sparkling as he sat quietly for a moment, then turned to me and said softly ‘I love our tree‘. Thought he was going to saying ‘I love you, Treez‘ but, hey, you can’t have it all can you.
We sat that night watching TV with a glass of wine. Jesse made dinner. Many times we just found our eyes wandering over to our tree. We held each other close that night, both of us looking forward to waking up in each arms on that very first special Christmas morning… both of us full of joy and love at the fact we would share such a day.
To be continued…
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