Incoherent Scribblings

Last weekend he told me that he trusts me. I don’t know if he meant it to be, but it was a pivotal moment. After everything he has told me about his life and loves before me, it meant more to me than if he had said he loved me.

But no matter how much it means to me, it has also been driving me crazy. For no sooner does he tell me that he trusts me than he hands me his house key, asks me to feed his cat for five days, and gives me permission to do laundry at his house while he is out of town.

I am thrilled because he trusts me enough to give me free rein of his house, but I can barely contain myself: I want to rifle through every drawer and cabinet. I want to look through the piles of papers on the desk and see how much money he owes and to whom. I want to see what’s in the medicine cabinet and what he keeps under the socks in his dresser. I want to find out all those details that you never know unless you snoop.

But those three words echo in my head and stop me.

“I trust you.”

It means too much. I’ve worked too hard to attain those three words. I simply won’t throw them away for the instant gratification of knowing whether or not there is a Penthouse in the nightstand beside his bed or Prozac in his medicine cabinet.

Mexican Gray Wolf
Originally uploaded by blondelibrarian

Yesterday Mr G and I visited the Living Desert State Park and Zoo in Carlsbad, New Mexico to see its collection of desert life (plant and animal) in the Southwest.

Since West Texas Town sits right in the middle of the Chihuahuan Desert I was already familiar with much of the plant life I saw. However, I will admit there were lots of plants that I recognized but didn’t know the names of until I looked at the little ID plates. There were also a lot of names that I knew but didn’t know what the plant looked like so it was nice to finally be able to put the plants together with their names.

After we looked at all the plants we went through the zoo and saw the desert wildlife. In addition to a large variety of birds, we saw a javelina, a black bear named Maggie, a porcupine, some elk, mule deer, pronghorns, and bison, a pack of Mexican gray wolves, a pair of cougars (aka mountain lion), a bobcat, and a huge variety of snakes, lizards, and other desert reptiles.

Although it was a little chilly, Mr G and I had a very nice time at the Living Desert State Park and Zoo. In and around Carlsbad, New Mexico there are quite a few fun things to do and since it is only about a 3 hour drive from here it makes a nice day trip. I will definitely be going back.

(P.S. More pictures– along with a couple of short videos- from my trip to The Living Desert State Park and Zoo can be found at Flickr.)

I suppose technically I am the one who started it.

A few weeks ago I went out for a drink one Saturday evening with a friend. After that drink I was going to go home, but on the way to my car I ran into a couple of other friends. As a result that one drink turned into quite a few drinks. After my third or fourth shot of Ouzo, one of those friends asked me where Mr G was.

As far as I knew Mr G was at home, so at 1:15am, in my infinite drunken wisdom, I decided to call him up and ask him if he wanted to join the party at the local watering hole. Luckily he was still up and although he didn’t come out to the bar that evening, the next day when I profusely apologized for drunk dialing him, he just smiled and said it was no big deal.

Fast forward to tonight (or early this morning): I was enjoying a quiet night at home watching a movie and stitching away when at 12:45am the phone rang. It was Mr G. Although he claimed he had just called to chat, the time of the call made me suspect it was his turn drunk dial me.

And sure enough, after chatting with him for forty-five minutes about everything from the weather to politics he finally confessed that he had had a “couple” of beers and I was indeed the recipient of a drunk dialing.