So yesterday when I was in the car entering Vallejo... I text Mike to let him know i'm in town and if he wants me to meet up with him... seconds after I send the text I get a call from him... He tells me.. "hurry home!" i'm confused.. why? then he says cuz i'm here! I was like Huh?.. so. I get home and go straight to the backyard.. I open the gate.. and there he is... with all his tools.. and his "Machettee" I look around and I notice EVERYTHING.. especially the big old ugly tree. He trimmed the Big ugly Tree!!! now theres sun light that comes thru and theres also spots for shade.. He even sawed off some of the unnessary branches... but thats not all.. everything is cleared and cleaned!! So this MAN Powerwashed, cut, whacked, sawed, pulled, watered... the whole back yard.. and he even fixed the dog run..(sort of.. we need more wood) But still!!! I never asked him to do all these things for me.. all I remember telling him was that I was tired of seeing all the ugly weeds growing and growing taller every frkin day.. and after that... BOOM- Instant Beautiful Garden. I told him he doesn't have to do all of this.. but he tells me not that he has to.. but wants to do it for me. I'm deeply touched by all the hard work and all his time that he put into this... My heart melts, and... I love him for it.
At night now..when i'm alone I lite up all the tiki lamps, blast some old school Bob and the Wailers... or Ottis Redding...and Fire up one and relax... I love it when its a HOT night..I could stay out there all night..
I wonder if he realizes that he's given me more than jus a nice backyard.. He's also given me peace of mind, a lil place to chill instead of that cooped up garage..(I understand now why I should put the dogs in the back too) and that lonely feeling that I get.. doesn't come around so much anymore.. the thought of him, or when he's there.. fills it.. and he makes me happy. I could be having thee WORST day.. and when I see him, or talk to him.. all of the BS.. doesn't matter anymore..
He doesn't say anything derogatory to me but only gives me good advice. I could listen to his stories all day and jus chill with him and everythings all good.. It feels good to be close to him and not be scared..if anything.. I feel wanted, and protected. And for someone like me to feel like this.. especially because of my past.. That's definatley something diffrent and new for me.
