Ten.Six Hundred & Twenty-Eight
Waking up to the sound of rain.
I head to the kitchen to put the potatoes in the oven and then return to my room and take my time getting ready. Still listening to the sound of rain.
“Traveling the world in wine, I see.” “I have an exam on Sunday so I’m trying to give my palate a little refresher on a few things.” Before we finish checking out he tells me to trust myself. To go with my first choice because it will usually be right. Something about his white hair and tiny gold hoops and round face makes me think of a buddha.
They went to In-n-Out so we go to get tacos.
Her name is Monse. I repeat it. I won’t be able to say it like she says it but I love it. It’s a quiet name that also feels strong. I google it to find the meaning. It’s a Catalan name, short for Montserrat which means mountain. Quiet and strong.
We watch “The Indian in the Cupboard,” one of my favorite books growing up but I understand why it’s no longer talked about.
He finishes cooking the turkey burgers while I sit through and blind taste the whites we bought today. I got 3 out of 5 right.
Games of 3-way War and speed and Uno. Full with nerves, good food, the joy of watching the children have time with their grandparents.