Nostalgia

Well today I was on a Gage Olsen nostalgia tour. I am currently at my best friend Andy's house while he packs up his belongings into his Nissan Xterra and heads to Texas for Pilot training. It's been good to see him again and what did we do? Nothing. Why? Because 1 he had to pack, 2. that's what we always did. You know someone's your best friend when you don't have to do anything with them. Or say much. It's great that after these years of separation we still don't need to say a word to communicate. His girlfriend is here and she doesn't get our conversations at all since they are diagrammed like this: 30 percent completely non-verbal communication, 10 percent grunts, 20 percent homestarrunner quotes, 30 percent other inside jokes, and 10 percent normal conversations like regular human beings do. I've wasted so much time in this house.

Earlier, I mowed my grandma's lawn. I love driving out there, connecting from I-84 into downtown Boise, driving to the east end and cruising through my favorite neighborhood of Warm Springs Avenue, home of 1930's mansions and ancient oak trees, eventually giving way to flat roofed ranch homes and remodels, past Adams elementary school and the Trolley House diner, the 2nd to last house is where Gramma is. Gramma has been the eternal backup source of employment for my family for as long as I can remember. That lawn was my job for almost 4 years after Chad left for college/mission stuff. Dumping mulch, wiping sweat and smearing green onto my forehead, the smell of cut grass and sitting in the dirt of her garden as I try to salvage what's managed to grow while under the care of my 90-year-old grandmother. Of course it takes 20 minutes of conversation before starting to mow, in between the front half and back half of the lawn, and a solid 40 minutes of lunch after I'm done to get the job done. But I head home with my 25 dollars in my pocket.

And Tomorrow I go see Hey Marseilles, hopefully I'll find someone to go with.