Me and Sharon: Easy like Sunday morning

Sharon and I had a place together, kind of an apartment thing. There were people coming over, and having meals with us. Actually, Jamison seemed to be a roommate. He was the parts guy I worked with at YC Honda. 

He made breakfast for the house, some ham and cheese sandwiches and eggs. There was a whole tray of those little sandwiches but how many did I get? You guessed it, none. 

I was only a little perturbed that no one had noticed when they were sliding them down. Perhaps that was why I kept referring to them as "sliders," when they, in fact, were more like a grilled cheese with ham. Anyway, Sharon had her share and Jamison cleaned up the rest, so there I was. 

After a while Javier Martinez came over and wanted to read the newspaper. I saw him outside wrestling it out from under the cat, so I invited him in. 

I told him that I'd just been speaking to his counterpart and made him do a guessing game of who that might be. He named a bunch of people and got them all wrong. I know "counterpart" is supposed to be someone different, but the name I really had in mind was Javier Martinez, so I must have confused him for someone else. 

Sharon was in the bedroom and we were enjoying some quiet Sunday morning time. Well, quiet is a relative thing, we had the stereo on and blasting.  I was about to make some coffee and we were just going to kick it in the bedroom. 

The apartment was in a semi-lived in, semi-just-moved-in state. There were boxes, some empty rooms and no where to sit except the bed. The stereo was on in the bedroom where Sharon and I were hanging out and there were four twin sized beds all pushed together to make one mega royal family sized bed. 

I invited Javier to have some coffee with us and proceeded to pour some for myself. I poured the coffee into a creamer dispenser with an extremely small opening, so of course it spilled a bit. 

I made a joke to Javier about my lack of conviction about curse words and said, "Where's my goddamn bible?" to accentuate my point. I told him that I didn't curse in front of company generally, but that if no one was around I would let things fly. 

He generally agreed, and the dream wrapped up quickly after that, due to guinea hen traffic on the rooftop. 

It seemed to me that there was more to the Sharon and myself dynamic going on, despite our guests, but it is now obscured by the details. There was a sense of her having to struggle with a disability but yet there she was, still walking from room to room at least, and able to enjoy a Sunday morning with me. 

I guess nothing is ever perfect, but I can't say this was all that bad. I think I wanted share more with her, touch her forehead and tell her I loved her, but, you know, company was there.