The heat doesn't turn on and the clock on the stove in dark. Snow on the ground so I guess the power is out. Tonight we were making chili and it seems to appropriote. Erica (younger sister) sends me a text: come see me im sick so I do and expect and even want for us to just sit a second and do nothing but when i get there she is ready to go thrifting.
"It's sunday,"
I say and spoil everyones plans.
At the grocery store shopping for my job, shopping for the chili fixings we need to make the chili we (we meaning Kevin & i) are making tonight Bernadette is there with kacey.
"We are also making chili," Bernadette says. A sunday afternoon socializing with helter-skelter weather feels cumbersome, mouthfuls of less than small talk we make the small ceremony of acquaintances and move on.
"I hate the way people talk about the weather," Kevin comments in the car in the middle of a conversation about the relativity of Type A & B personalities (we are varying shades of grey, we both agree).
We perform hokey monologues.
"Golly! Only in Bend is there snow in October!"
"If the weather is weird, you know yer in Bend!"
Kevin believes anywhere someone lives they always think their weather is spectacular. Special. Like there's is the only weather that is unpredictable.
After a stint at Costco we are in the kitchen I find myself working 6 out of 7 days a week being irritable to one another, listening to radio, crying over onions, stirring beans & tomatoes & meat & garlic & roasting spicy white peppers and peeling back the skins. While the chili turned and rolled inside the pot we watch half of the Shadowless Sword (a kung-fu film). Then, putting our shoes back on we put the chili the refridgerator, cleaned up our mess and drove home to Jeremy Peterson's In House.
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