So, Kara came over last night. I had to put the needles down for just a touch and have a little fun. And fun for me? You know my style, I’m a simple man. Nothing massive and grand. I’m a little old fashioned. I’m a touch old school.
We spent the evening doing one of our faves. Cribbage.
Kara got me hooked on it a couple of years ago and gave me as a gift some time back this amazing vintage cribbage board, so whenever she comes to visit, its the one we play with. And the best part about our time playing cribbage is the time we spend together, chit chatting, gossiping like silly girls, trash talking people who make a living trash talking people. (Don’t you hate people like that????) Off in the distance the radio played a touch of Stevie Wonder’s “Songs in the Key of Life.” Who wouldn’t have a grand time with that?
So, there we sat at on the floor (my little 300 square foot studio really has nothing in it. A foam mattress on the floor, a chair in the corner, Mario in the window sill), and had one of the best times I’ve had since I’ve been back. It reminded me how much I enjoy the friends I have, and reminded me that I don’t need much to make me a pleased person. All I require is the kindness of those around me, and a little cribbage or croquet on occasion.
I like it here. I like that the two people I’ve had in my midst for the last 15 years are only 3 blocks away. George is off in that direction, Kara in that. I like that my little space with the windows open invites a welcoming breeze that cold fists the heat and offers over comfort. I like having a little stove to make my meals with, and like being within stepping stones of a supermarket, the post office, enjoyment, people…..life. I like it here. God, I hate those days where I wasn’t sure where I’d sleep, what I’d eat, what would become of Mario, if someone would take her, if at any moment I’d be ripped up as a vagrant.
So, in some way I want to apologize. I peddle my little teddy bears constantly, day and night, and I know sometimes people get sick and tired of me having another bear to sell, but…..truth be told, I’m terrified of that life it took me so long to get out of. I never took food stamps, never took public assistance, because I’m a little old fashioned. I prefer to work for my keep. And now, this teddy bear business of mine is blossoming better and better every day. And I’ve made a mark on people, I’ve connected with people. I’ve made them feel happy, and given some hope. So, if you get a little tired of me pushing and pushing and pushing to get all of you to buy teddy bears, I apologize…..but, I don’t want that life ever again. I want to go forward with a set of needles and a great hope for wonderful things to come. And this little studio apartment is the best spot for that. So close to my two dearest friends, with nights that get no crazier than games of cribbage, and an amazingly REAL neighborhood next door. I like it here…..
Here is a panda bear I did in honor of the little hood next door. Coytown. I think possibly one of the coolest neighborhoods in Orlando. I’m a little old fashioned. I believe in support of our neighborhoods, the businesses inside of them, and the people that live in them….
I like it here. And I want this to be the mark, a start, for a great future for all of us. One little teddy bear at a time. Click here if you’d like to adopt one….
And again, sorry for the hard selling. I wanna keep this life I’ve built from ruins. I like it here.