Ms. Joey

Ms. Joey is the kind of gal who only settles for high quality goods, and she gets lots of goods day in and day out. If she’s not getting some package in the mail then she’s getting it down town, or getting her family and friends gifts from one of them T.V. shows where they sell folks things at quote unquote discount prices. Yep, that’s the kind of lady she is, and ain’t no surprise she gets lots of gifts from folks in return. The most of which she ends up, “re-gifting,” as she likes to put it, on a count of she doesn’t think they would be worth the care that she could give them. Which’s O.K. with me, but once she was given this shiatsu puppy that wasn’t pure bread. Sure, she took good care of it for a short while until it was “re-gifted” to an animal shelter in the south eastern part of Nebraska, two states over. Boy did that trip take some planning. That pup traveled with her father, Mr. Joey, in a Prius across the state into Montana where it hopped a train to the city of Lincoln Nebraska. Must have been a fair three hundred miles to Lincoln, and the move wasn’t done for that little shiatsu pup. He then got picked up at the station by an Amish friend of Ms. Joey who personally made sure that that pup arrived safely at the biggest, best, dog shelter on that side of the Mississippi. So says Ms. Joey, and I reckon she’d done her research. Yep, in some senses she’s out of the ordinary. Some kids joke that she’s like a Mother Theresa on dope.

Tonight is Ms. Joey’s night off. She’ll most likely come out to the I-MAX movie theatre with a box of tissues, and invite one of the young ladies from her building to come with her. They will most likely walk and give themselves a bit of extra time to get a bite, and more than likely do some window shopping. That way she doesn’t have to take her custom painted Prius on platinum rims out of the buildings parking garage, and risk doing it any damage. When she gets here I’ll give her them Christmas marshmallows, you know the ones decorated like snowmen, and she’ll look me in the eyes and thank me with an ear to ear smile. As she watches the movie, I’ll wait and ponder if she’sbeen working on a new film, or if she’s recently gone vacationing back to my homeland to surf the beaches I grew up on.

What a great love I share with Ms. Joey, nothing in the world could spoil our relationship. I hope to surf the beaches of Arica with her someday, and paddle half a mile out with her. Maybe even catch the same wave as her, and ride it into shore with her to see her smile ear to ear for the whole ride in. Life ain’t bad when you love a woman like she loves you. Easy loving like a surfer and the surf: alone they stand strong because they can get along through the wipeouts and the changing weather that might separate them or bring them together.