Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Small town grace.

Life in Marfa is simple. 

The Police left last year, packed up and shipped out to other crime infested waters.  The jail also closed, both cells they had going in that small building on the corner. 

Besides for being %100 crime free, Marfa is also a cheap and beautiful place to hang out.  No movies to watch, real bars to frequent or clubs to shake your bootay at but endless skies and stars.  So after Vickee offered for me to stay as long as I like, I've decided to bunker down for the weekend and skip San Antonio altogether, heading straight for Lafayette on Monday. 

It seems I bring out the mother in my hosts.  Vickee came and stood in my door twice yesterday saying: "I don't know hon, are you sure you don't want to stay a bit longer?  Ah mean, whatsha gonna do in San Antonio?  You sure you don't want to stay?  You know you can stay you know, as long as you like...", frowning whilst talking, some hand wringing action going down.  This morning when her friend arrived I was introduced as her new adopted daughter, and I laughed and felt blessed to have so many mothers in America.  What a lucky girl I am.
Steve has now taken to calling me "Jumanji", I guess because there's a jungle connection or something, but it's kinda sweet.  He has the best belly laugh I've ever heard and it's obvious that even after 9 years of being together this couple are still very much in love.  What a lovely thing to witness.

I woke up to snow this morning, rolled out of bed and ran outside to be in it.  Then I ran back inside, hopped back into bed and pulled the covers as far over my face as I could till I could feel my nose again.  But it's beautiful.

I think I like Marfa.


3 comments:

  1. Jumanji? You've taken out the bones?

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  2. Eish, dis hoekom dit nie 'n goeie idee is om te blog na 12 in die aand nie... Jy publish goed wat jy nog nie klaar geskryf het nie! Nee wat, geen bene nie Piet. Dink in daai movie gaan die kinders Afrika toe of Afrika kom na hulle toe of so iets...

    Hoop dit gaan nog goed met jou?

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  3. hey you (not sure what to call you now..haha)

    That is so sweet. Glad you are finding places to relax. Those peeps sound sweet like sugar coated syrup. Loved reading though your journeys of late both inner and outer.

    Keep on keepin on girl!

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