The Sunny Side of the Street

Amazing news…it looks like a famous singer (shhhh) is going to cover Chris’s hit song from the good ol’ days when his band was super popular. The gears are in motion…his band is already talking about getting back together for some reunion shows around San Fran and Marin. We pretty much will always live off the money that comes in from that song. Chris is utterly sick of playing it and is hoping this new cover of his song will be a spring board to get people interested in some new stuff.  As soon as I get the “all clear” I will post the song. I’m wondering if this means we will start hearing some new music around the house again…fingers crossed.

Also today I got Zoe some cotton-candy-pink cleats and a ridiculously cute soccer skirt and shirt so she can start on her toddler soccer-team this Saturday. She looks so delightfully pink in everything. I made her wear the cleats to “break them in”,  so I could giggle at her clunking around the living room.

More good news…Chris and I are going to start a program called, “More than Words” which is basically where the parents learn how to be therapists for their kids. We both have to go to two meetings a week and also someone comes to our house once a week and video tapes us playing with Zoe. It is supposed to be an amazing program. We are are doing it through CARD.

But I couldn’t have been excited about any of this if it weren’t for this morning. After I dropped off Zoe, and after Chris got someone to come in for him at the music shop so he could go to his all day band meeting…I went out and sat on the sidewalk. I was hoping that Jake would come out there like he did a few days ago. He did. Right at 9:30 I heard a bark and Milo came running towards me. Then I saw Jake walking out of his house. I pet Milo and Jake smiled at me as he walked down the street. I grinned back. We were like two kids who were embarrassed about our dumb fight. He just came and sat down next to me. Then he took my hand and rubbed the back of it with his other hand. Then he suddenly got worried, like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch me or not.

“Is this OK?” he said.

I nodded.

“I’m sorry I was a jerk” he said, looking embarrassed. I don’t know what the rules are with this thing we are doing. I get confused and it makes me act stupid. I want to help you with Zoe and I don’t care if it comes with benefits or not.”

I smiled, trying not to smile too big. He couldn’t have chosen the words better. My heart was doing flips and I could feel my face getting flushed with relief and happiness.

“I guess I haven’t been too clear about my intentions,” I said. “And I suppose they do change daily. I don’t think there are any rules. I don’t know what I want. Actually, I do. I do know what I want.”

I looked at my shoes.

“We don’t have to have rules. We could just make this up as we go along.” he said.

I smiled and nodded. He gently tickled the back of my hand as we spoke and I just wanted to kiss him so badly. I couldn’t do that out on the street though, and I didn’t want to bring him inside my house.

“I wish we could spend some real time together. Just me and you without any distraction.” He said.

I nodded again. Why did what I want seem like it was so doomed?

He saw that I was getting a bit miserable again. “Hey, it’s like you are the Bachelortte but you get to keep the winner and the runner up!”

“Oh shut up!!” I gasped. “That is horrible!”

He laughed loudly at his joke and rolled back on the sidewalk, his head in the grass and Milo ran up to lick his face. “Dog, get away from me!” he was still laughing.

I shook my head. “The Bachelorette. I sure wouldn’t mind going out on one of those dates,” I said. “Lets fly around the city in a helicopter.”

“Give me a date and time and I can arrange that,” he said.

I looked at him. He wasn’t kidding. “I can’t give any dates and times” I said.

“We’ll figure it out” he said petting Milo’s ears. “I never shy away from a challenge.”

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Odette's character is written by Emmerson Grace Hayes. email: ungratefulbliss@gmail.com If only small talk could be replaced by dancing...
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