07-25-03 - 8:07 a.m.
if the 'boy wore boots, which he doesn't, it would be safe to say they are now parked beside my bed. his two shirts are tucked between mine in the closet, and his can of top tobacco and eddie rabbit tapes are stacked on the sun porch. i'm not sure where this is headed; maybe toward heartbreak, maybe toward a future involving rich greenhorn tourists willing to pay us for a dude ranch experience. for now, though, he's filling up my bed and making me fresh peach pancakes, and as martha would say,
it's a good thing.