Brett’s home and I’m so stoked to see his cute freckled face. He smelled terrible from being on the train for half a million years, but nothing a quick shower didn’t fix. He had a great time, and half the muscles in his body are sore from all the bike riding he did. He had Ron’s Harley for cruising around, and then a group of ’em went out dirt biking two days in a row and clocked a couple hundred miles. He had so much fun he’s almost gidddy.

But back to normal: Jimbo’s out here now and they’re sitting at the picnic table drinking cans of Budweiser and going over plans for their next gig. The house, believe it or not, is a Stapathya-vedic number called (you’re not going to believe this) THE SUNFLOWER. It’s an ugly box like all the S-V house plans I’ve ever seen, utterly absurd looking in rural Iowa. When Brett pointed out the house’s name to me I said, “Why not call it THE GAY ANAL SEX? Or how about THE FAG’S FEATHER BOA?” Jimbo chuckled and Brett gave me a look that spoke volumes – one of those ‘oh it’s such typical roo bullshit I can’t even be bothered to say anything out loud fer Chrissakes’ looks. Snort!

The train was due in at 10:31 AM but didn’t arrive until 2:38 PM. It was a few hours late departing, too. I’m amazed any business can stay in business when everything they do is late. Even I try to stick to my standard twenty minutes of tardiness; I rarely venture into the four hours late category!

It was great to pick my hubby up, it was great to be hugged and kissed, it was great to see Stella – who I’d taken with me – notice Brett as he pulled his suitcase toward us as we sat in the grass by the platform.

After hearing about all the fun he had, I secretly want to move to Colorado. The houses Ron and Josha have are apparently on great properties with killer views, and there’s the great weather and the beautiful vistas and the sage and the pine… I love pine. I miss pine. I love mountain weather, all cool and clear. I want to go out there with him next time!

My baby’s back. I’m so glad.
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