The Goddess and GUBU: Square Dancing at the Triple GGG Ranch

[GoatGal]

We are definitely Square Dancing at the GGG Ranch today, y'all!!!

We've got us a kick-a** fiddle player, Washboard Joe is busy keeping rhythm, and Gramps has got his spoons a-flyin' like nobody's business. And Old Alberta is a-blowin' that jug just like she did when she was working the dance halls... It sounds GOOD!

The caller seems to be pretty good too, instructions are pretty clear, and it seems H and I are dancing fairly well together so far.

It's tentative, but hey--we're new at this.

(Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco--SPIT!)

I am not imagining this, y'all.

H is definitely warming up towards me and his attitude is vastly improved.

Heres' my proof:

He checked in today via text, let me know when he left work, and that he got stuck in traffic and would be late.

I missed seeing him while he was here, but he CALLED as he was leaving (still good with the calling) and we had another nice convo about the day's events, and he was laughing and making jokes.
It was very relaxed, very normal, like it would have been years ago.

(The fact that he wants to talk to me and not just send a text saying 'All done" is a huge improvement.)

He even asked a few times how I was feeling (had a bad cold) and gave me advice for getting over it faster, per his experience and the people at work who had a similar bug.

He expressed concern for our two dogs who were at the vet today, and for a third who had a seizure and is starting to have more issues. (They're all seniors.)

We talked about the chickens and the mystery guest who keeps tunneling into their enclosure. Jokes about that, too.

Then he clearly gave me his schedule for the rest of the week, APOLOGIZING for the times he has events at work!
Said he'd be happy to stay here this weekend so I can go to a big dance in the city.

He even volunteered that on Sunday he has GRADUATION (yes, he actually mentioned it) and we laughed about the particulars of that event.

So the sting is gone from that word, "GRADUATION", forever connected to the unfortunate events of last year when I faced down his recently X-OW Ho-worker while noticing he'd chosen THAT day to remove his wedding band, which he'd promised to wear.
As we drove home that day, I almost kicked a hole in his glove box, I was so hurt and furious.

(Normally, he'd avoid mentioning anything that brought up unpleasant emotions, which had me wondering how the guy was ever really going to divorce me after all. I mean, it might upset me and I might get mad at him!)

Anyway...Notice a pattern there with the kicking?
It's part of what makes me so good at dancing the Charleston! Maybe I can transition into Square Dancing with that too, ya think?

Anyhow--He was very transparent about his plans and seemed comfortable with giving me the info. (Which I NEVER ask for, btw.)

I told him my plans for the weekend, who and what and where, and it was all nice and warm and fuzzy.

Now here's the cool part:

I SWEAR at the very end, either he or I ALMOST said:
"I love you" as we did in the old days.

I was hanging in the air. I could feel it. Like he WANTED to say it.

I swear, I am NOT making this up!

So we are dancing around our little square and we'll see where we end up when the music stops.
I have a feeling it's gonna be a looooooooong session; hope the band can hold up that long.

Hey---Maybe they can use a few shots of that "White Lightning" they make up in "them thar hills"!
This used to be a big moonshining area back in the day, with "Regulators" and cockfighting, people going blind from the bad stuff, and the whole deal.

I'm sure there's a gotta be a still or two hidden up on my mountain somewhere, so I'm gonna saddle up the donkey and bring a good gas lantern.

I'll check back with y'all later on tonight. Don't y'all go no-whar, y'hear?




---(G)GGG