otter party.
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You probably already know this, but I’m a little late to the party.
The party where everyone knows that otters hold hands while they sleep so as not to drift away from each other.
Best party ever.
I mean, have you seen otters?
Already adorable.
They have that down.
But otters holding hands?
COME ON.
Otters win, why do I even try?
Even if I managed to convince someone to float down a river with me and fall asleep while doing so (which is a pretty hard sell, I think), and also hold my hand (sounds like an awesome first date, though)–
Well, I still wouldn’t be as adorable as an otter doing all of the above.
And judging from my history, I’d probably fall asleep thinking I was holding hands with an otter and wake up holding hands with a snake.
No, Jess! Impossible! Snakes have no hands.
Good point.
How bout a spider?
Could I wake up holding hands with a spider in this analogy based on my history?
Hmmm. Spiders definitely have appendages, so you’re at least closer, but they don’t have actual hands, so nope. Still impossible.
Fine.
I guess my point is just that not everything that looks like a sea otter is a sea otter.
Like, sometimes a sea otter is a rat?
Precisely.
Which is when you abruptly stop holding its hand.
And then you wait till a real otter comes along.
Sure, if you say so.
I say so.
And then I hold his hand and we don’t drift away?
Right.
Not even when the current gets rough and the water feels cold?
Not even then.
Okay, cool. And thanks.
No problem. You should come to Parties Where Everyone Knows Otters Hold Hands While Sleeping so as Not to Drift Away From Each Other more often.
Oh, I totally plan on it.
when we talk and see what happens and find that it’s good.
in Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as awe, butter, chunks, drizzle, fine, macaroni, macaroni and cheese, meander, night, part, Shane
Tonight I made late night macaroni and cheese for some lovely friends.
It was nice; lots of laughter and help surrounded me.
The very last part of the recipe called for butter to be “sprinkled” on top of the rest of the ingredients. I wondered how to do that, exactly. Which is why my friends found me grabbing small chunks of butter and tossing it all over the macaroni. And yes, it was odd. I explained to them that I was trying to sprinkle it, but man, this butter was pretty unsprinkle-able.
So Shane said he’d do it.
And then he proceeded to drizzle the butter over the macaroni.
Which was fine, really, but I still maintain that the butter was quite unsprinkle-able. And if it had called for drizzling, well yes, I could have managed that just fine, thankyouverymuch.
But anyway.
The night reminded me of being on tour–all the best parts of it. The part where you let the conversation meander and suddenly find yourself in a lovely spot, made even more so by the fact that you could not have anticipated it. And how a conversation is like life in the way that it’s so much better with other people. How at some point, you look around and are in awe of the fact that you could never have gotten here without their involvement.
So yes, life.
It’s quite lovely in spots.
And those spots beat all, I think; they really do beat all.
