snatched from correspondence
Right now I'm sitting in the den of a man named Gene's house. He calls it "The Oak Room" because he loves oak and one day he decided he should have a whole room dedicated to that in his home. There is a fair amount of oak in this room, it isn't absurd to call it the Oak Room after all. My mom's sleeping with Gene in their bed that used to just be his bed. She moved in here in October. Gene courted her for a year and half before they even shared their first kiss. I think that's great because it must mean they really trust each other and I'm sure that when they finally kissed they actually meant it with every ounce of their beings. Now, it's like I've known Gene my whole life. They met in AA. Gene's been sober for over 12 years, my mom's got about a year and a half but it's really more like three years. She restarted her sober date when she stopped drinking the non-alcoholic beer, O'Doul's. She is such an honest woman. Gene is crazy in a good way, like us. His giggle sounds like revolution and it never stops. Well, it does, you just don't think it will when it's happening. You don't really want it to, either. My mom is so happy now. We all are.
Even my daddy, whom I often wondered if I would ever really have a good relationship with. He found his perfect woman just like my mom found the perfect man. My dad's lady is named Teresa and she's from the mountains. She told me last week that when she was my age she was kind of famous for being the only kid in the family (of 7) who could shoot a nickel out of a tree open sight from 100 yards away with her rifle. She sells a lot of stuff on ebay. I used to think she was stupid now I know she just doesn't know any better sometimes. She had her daughter, Gina, when she was 15. The baby daddy was a lunatic so she left him and worked three jobs while raising a baby all by herself to get by. I cannot believe this woman's story, it gets more and more intense. As I learn more about her, the more I love her. And my dad! He's laughing, smiling, relaxing! He wears purple like ALL THE TIME because it's always been his favorite color but he was never very comfortable wearing it before for some reason. He looks fantastic in purple. They took my evil demon cat, Simon, and cut off his balls and front claws and moved him with them out by North Fork and now he's just a big hunk of kitty love. They are both mechanical geniuses. They have a shop where my dad builds racecars. Teresa's been getting out there making glittery hearts out of metal for the purpose of hanging them from your rearview mirror. She sells those on ebay, too. I had a really good visit with them for the holidays. In fact, I didn't want to go. I cried the last night, grateful and desparing over leaving them. My poppa held me for the better part of an hour while we talked through the tears, Teresa joined in at some point and we all just stood there, hugging. If you would have shown me footage from that night three years ago I would have run over it with my automobile. Now, I feel like if there is a Santa Claus, that was his gift to me.
That's all I can really think of right now. There's more, of course. But in time.