Yesterday I had dinner with Marvin because he is feeling blue.
Yes, he IS overdressed, with that jacket, although it was a rainy day yesterday. But on top of everything else, he is sick, and let me tell you something about Marvin. He NEVER gets over a cold. He'll get a cold, then cough for 950 days. I think he has bronchitis, to tell you my medical opinion. He's had it before and oh, his cough is terrible.
Anyway. I would love to fill you in on all the intimate details of everything that's gone wrong in Marvin's life, but he didn't say, "Hey! Be sure to tell your blog readers all about how everything sucks right now!" So I won't. Maybe it's like in The Color Purple, when Celie leaves Mister, and his whole life turns to dust and even his shutter falls off.
I need to see more movies. In the 93 years of writing this blog, I only refer to The Color Purple, Gone with the Wind, and When Harry Met Sally. I am pathetic.
Careful readers will note that the photo of Marvin I put up here is almost identical to one I put up last 4th of July, as he and I like to go to this absolutely terrible restaurant in my neighborhood and sit at the first booth. The food is awful, but it's open 24 hours, and everyone in there looks like they're at the end of their rope. We could never get enough of it. I used to say, "Let's get up at 2:00 and go to The Home tonight."
We never did. And it's not even called The Home. It's, like, Our Home or Your Home or something. I thought I was putting a photo of it up, but as you can see this is a Jesus Saves photo I took when ...friend and I were out the other night. Not that we got all dolled up and went to the mission. Romantic!
Here it is. The Home. And believe it or not, I didn't move to Seattle. I know I keep showing gray, rainy days. Today is sunny and lovely. It's USUALLY sunny and lovely here in the South.
In an email today, ...friend told me about how he and his friends used to ride their bikes to the store and get Cheerwine and Moon Pies, then with their goods, sit in the beds of new pickup trucks at a dealership right next to the store. I told him that was the most Southern thing I've ever heard. I love it that ...friend is Southern. It's almost like dating a foreigner.
At any rate, I tried very hard to get you a photo of the "sweat peas" they were offering at The Home last night, and what I really need to do is just bring my real camera everywhere like a huge tool.
I did not get the sweat peas, nor did I get the masterburger, and I CERTAINLY left that alone and did not make 48 rude jokes about it, as you can imagine. Because, mature?
My dinner with coughy Marvin did not result in him feeling one iota better, as Marvin can be kind of a gloomy Gus when he decides to be. This may or may not have been tough to live with, the whole Robert-Smith-from-The-Cure-is-my-husband thing. Nevertheless, I did try. Cheering him up, I mean. By going with him to the end-of-your-rope diner.
When we got back to my house, Marvin did not come in, but he did kiss Talu through the screen. Kind of like confession. Although you probably don't kiss the priest, do you? Maybe you do. I read Thorn Birds.
Ohmygod, we should TOTALLY read the stupid Thorn Birds for book club. What say you? Maybe have book club right after Labor Day, so you have all summer to read it? Oh! I am brilliant. Last time I read that was in 10th grade and I'll bet it's a fine book. And by "fine," I mean eating-at-The-Home fine.
I have to go. Ima work out. Get some sweat pea going. Let me know about my inspired book club idea.
