703 phone call with Karen 04 21 2015

04/21/2015

703 Quicky phone call with Karen 04 21 2015

I have a lot of work to do to prepare for my test that is coming up this Friday but I wanted to write this down as it was sorta a milestone…not sure what else to call it.

I know that most of my readers don’t know much about Karen and someday soon I will write an entry so I apologize if you don’t understand where this is all coming from.

Yesterday, Monday, Karen had called me on her way home from work and we chatted for over an hour. She was grocery shopping. We talked about work. I had also sent her a few poems last week to sorta catch her up on them and I also sent her a poem which I had wrote about us a few years ago before she… disappeared from my life for 14 months. She never did read that poem the first time around.

Yesterday I asked her if she read them yet. She said no, she hasn’t had a chance to but will tomorrow, meaning today. I told her that I was very nervous about one of them. She asked why? I told her that she will see. She told me not to worry. That I have nothing to worry about.

I texted her this morning as I normally do, just a “good morning” and she replied today. I told her that I was going to go take a shower and get ready for work and I will call you at noon. She said ok.
I called her and she was outside at the time, trying to figure out how to open the trunk of her car, it was jammed. She went in and we greeted her dog. Karen was coming from a tire place. I asked about the poems again after a while and she said that she’ll go read them now.

She had read “slipping again” “the river starts at you” “Maddison Rose” and “there goes my hero” the first two made her sad, the Maddison Rose, she said was the most beautiful poem she has ever read, and “there’s my hero” she enjoyed, said it was very true. Heroes don’t wear capes.

Ok, so, I had told her that I was nervous. She told me there is nothing for me to be nervous about. She read the following poem... it was the last two lines I was unsure about. (She loves the game Zelda, like I love baseball...)

288. The star in my video game
8-24-2013
Jonathan

Give me your word
Cut me with your sword
Make me bleed
You know what I need

I’m drawn to you with love and lust
Guide me through the dark, it is you whom I trust
Take me by the hand
Lead me with your angelic voice to the promise land

Through the darkness we travel hand and hand
Stepping over the thorns, around the quick sand
Using your magic wand
Fighting off the three headed dragon


You can use the red ring
You can use the blue ring
Just know this
I want to buy you a diamond ring

***
She had not read the poems out loud so the next thing I heard was sniffles of tears.
She said "I'm crying, but they're happy tears. I love the poem"

I had anticipated her saying "aww, that's so cute" "aww that is really good" I also had nervously had negative thoughts like she may think "Jonathan, this is nice but that's too much"
So when she said she had happy tears and she loved it, I was glowing.

I was curious and asked her what part got to her?
She said the last part.
...the part that I was so nervous about showing her.
I told her that I'm glad I sent it and that she read it.
She said she was glad I decided to send it.

About 3 minutes after reading it, she said "sorry, I still have tears"
I said yes, but they are happy tears.
She replied, yes, they are happy tears.

At some point
J: I guess I shouldn't have been nervous
K: I always tell you that but you never believe me.
I chuckled and said
J: someday I will.

She had pointed out some of the references to Zelda, the sword, the blue and red ring, the dragon… but then said “but they are all from the original” I replied: well, it was the only one I played.

I am hoping to visit her maybe in late August. Two weeks ago, I asked her what can we do when I visit you. She told me a few things we could do. I had texted her last week that I thought of something else, swing on a swing set. I mentioned that text and she said that she would love it. Mogi would too. (Mogi is her dog)
I said how nice it would be, just us, swinging with no worries in the world.
She said: MMM that would be nice.

Near the end of the conversation,
J: I thought of another thing we can do.
K: hmmm?
J: I’m sure there’s an Olive Garden in Indianapolis.
K: I’m sure there is.
J: I want to take you there.
K: sounds good to me
J: I want it to be our restaurant. No matter where we go, whether it’s in Indiana or Boston or anywhere in the country, there will be an Olive Garden.
(We went to one the first time I visited her)
K: this is true. (I could hear her grin)

Karen also found a picture I sent to her two weeks ago of me and my 6 month nephew Owen. He is in his highchair wearing one of my Red Sox hat and I am crouching down next to the highchair, facing my mom, also wearing a Red Sox hat.
She said that the picture is “SOOO adoraaaable” She was aww-ing in and again, saying how he’s adorable. I said what about me. she said, ok, you are adorable too. I said “nooo!” she said oh whatever. And did one of those sounds that little bratty kids do when they stick their tongue out and then they make this sound. … well, I need to find if there’s a word for that so I can put a word to it lol. But she did that. And we both laughed.

She told me something stupid her brother posted on her FB. (He's a nice guy, has a little family and is a manager at a jiffy lube...) he can be so childish at times lol.
K: Are you suuurrrreeee you want to meet my family?
I laughed
J: Yes, why? Do you not want me to?
I chuckled because she threw that at me a few weeks ago, saying, "Why? Do you not want to meet my family?" (It’s all in good fun)

She was the one who brought it up first this time, about me meeting her family.

I still don't get (or want to believe?) how the poem could spark that type of emotion. I'm still grinning about it.