THBBM - Quaintance Smith

Quaintance Smith
Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear
11-9

We should go to breakfast. We should eat eggs.
You and me. Sleepy eye to sleepy eye Orders to a yawning waitress All night place breakfast, anytime Coffee, and lots of it we'll need a few minutes before we order
: What's the difference between a pancake and a waffle? I mean, I've had them both; I know my answer.. but I bet it would be fantastic to find out all over again with you.
You order waffles, I'll get the pancakes French toast on the side, with hash browned toasted homed fried over easy medium with the sunny side up anytime, and lots of it
: Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast at lunch. Belgian, German, Buttermilk, Banana Nut.
Ihren Klang. Ich verstehe die Sprachen. Ich verstehe die Sprachen nicht. Ich hore nur Irhen Klang... We should go to breakfast. We should go eat eggs.
: It occurs to me that I talk more over toast. It occurs to me that there is a difference between a waitress taking your glass to replace it with another one and someone coming by to top your cup off. It's different.
: The coffee mug has a small handle, an opening big enough for maybe one finger. I see you. I see you holding the cup with both hands, even though your one finger is in the opening in the handle...
: You look at your coffee when you drink it. You pull the cup to your face, you nod your head the lip of the mug while you tip the cup towards your mouth. One doesn't go to the other, you meet at the middle. You probably don't even notice that you do that.
I notice...
: There's always parsley left over. There's always parsley. if we go to the right place, there are little packages of grape jelly that stack perfectly one on top of the other. If we go to the right place, we can stack our jelly packages into castles.
We could make a castle while we're waiting for our order.
: After we eat, we can plant little parsley trees atop the embattlements.
: we could do that -- because there's always parsley
anytime, and lots of it

Sometimes I don't know what it is that I want from you. Sometimes I'm surprised when the thought of you pops into my mind. Sometimes it's hard to be George Peppard. Maybe that's why I will occasionally say too much, try too hard. Maybe that's why sometimes I tend to ruin the moment.

Now and again it's still unbelievable that you are a part of my life, and perhaps out of a sense of worry that you, like so many other unbelievable things in my life, will somehow fade away from me -- I feel a need to try to put candles on every dinner table, no matter how fancy the meal is or isn't. I know sometimes that's not what you need from me. I can't explain it -- it even doesn't make total sense to me. Maybe sometimes I'm afraid of losing you. Maybe that's why I always want to put candles on the dinnertable.
: But I never do that at breakfast. Never.
Breakfast is about something different.