Nice.
Helped Clayne work on the boat this morning. He had his shirt off in the building, but oddly enough, I didn't look. I didn't care. I was focused on my work. I was enjoying it.
I'm proud that I ignored his awesome attractiveness. :)
Robby went to his cousin's wedding today, and Katie was busy, so I did some laundry and went to see Jim. When I walked in he was sitting up a bit, watching an old hockey game on one of the tiny hospital televisions. He looked comfortable, and I was glad.
I believe he's gotten over his fear of hospitals, but I don't believe it was by choice.
We talked for a while, and I mentioned Clayne fixing up the boat. That was when Jim said, "I'm in no shape to go back out on the water. If you want it, you can have it." I asked if he meant the boat, and he said yes. I was stunned. Take the workboat for myself? I told him I'd think about it. Then I told him that Clayne would be better at it. Jim just shook his head and said, "It's a tough job, and Clayne's a wuss. You're better at it. You're tough."
I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or not.
We talked about the family, friends, and all sorts of things. It was all small talk. Neither one of us wanted to bring up the major stuff, but eventually (like most things do), it got brought up. We talked about his options, and his chances. It didn't look good. In fact, it looked worse than ever. But I didn't cry this time. I didn't bitterly deny it. I just held his hand and told him that I'd do anything he needed me to do. And he grinned and asked, "Anything?"
Same old Jimmy.
I chose to walk home from the hospital, rather than be picked up. It was a walk I certainly needed, mentally and physically. It made me totally relaxed by the time I got home. I was refreshed, and content.
So, I texted Brandon. I like talking to him. He's really laid back, and I can tell him anything. He listens to me, and I like listening to him. It's a shame nothing ever happened between us, but he's still a great guy. And he's technically family now.
We talked about how hot the Swiss olympic curling team is, Call of Duty MW2, mom's chocolate cake, and then about how I'll be 17 in two weeks, and he'll be 20 in 8 months.
I never realized that were 3 years apart.
It's no big deal, but that's something I thought I knew. Jim and I are 3 years apart, too. In fact, Brandon's older than Jim by like, 17 days.
And I'm older than Robby. :) Yay!
I'm glad that I got to talk to Brandon. It completed my day.
Today was nice. I hope tomorrow is nice, too.
I'm proud that I ignored his awesome attractiveness. :)
Robby went to his cousin's wedding today, and Katie was busy, so I did some laundry and went to see Jim. When I walked in he was sitting up a bit, watching an old hockey game on one of the tiny hospital televisions. He looked comfortable, and I was glad.
I believe he's gotten over his fear of hospitals, but I don't believe it was by choice.
We talked for a while, and I mentioned Clayne fixing up the boat. That was when Jim said, "I'm in no shape to go back out on the water. If you want it, you can have it." I asked if he meant the boat, and he said yes. I was stunned. Take the workboat for myself? I told him I'd think about it. Then I told him that Clayne would be better at it. Jim just shook his head and said, "It's a tough job, and Clayne's a wuss. You're better at it. You're tough."
I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or not.
We talked about the family, friends, and all sorts of things. It was all small talk. Neither one of us wanted to bring up the major stuff, but eventually (like most things do), it got brought up. We talked about his options, and his chances. It didn't look good. In fact, it looked worse than ever. But I didn't cry this time. I didn't bitterly deny it. I just held his hand and told him that I'd do anything he needed me to do. And he grinned and asked, "Anything?"
Same old Jimmy.
I chose to walk home from the hospital, rather than be picked up. It was a walk I certainly needed, mentally and physically. It made me totally relaxed by the time I got home. I was refreshed, and content.
So, I texted Brandon. I like talking to him. He's really laid back, and I can tell him anything. He listens to me, and I like listening to him. It's a shame nothing ever happened between us, but he's still a great guy. And he's technically family now.
We talked about how hot the Swiss olympic curling team is, Call of Duty MW2, mom's chocolate cake, and then about how I'll be 17 in two weeks, and he'll be 20 in 8 months.
I never realized that were 3 years apart.
It's no big deal, but that's something I thought I knew. Jim and I are 3 years apart, too. In fact, Brandon's older than Jim by like, 17 days.
And I'm older than Robby. :) Yay!
I'm glad that I got to talk to Brandon. It completed my day.
Today was nice. I hope tomorrow is nice, too.