Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I made this wee Sam collage out of pictures I took on a quick weekend getaway to Vermont. I'll say more about that trip in a next few days because I have more pictures, but these are the ones I'm in love with. I don't think Sam is crazy about all of these, but somehow they seem to capture what it's like to sit across from him at lunch. We were at lunch here, at some swank glass shop that had a restaurant to showcase their swank glass, and the restaurant was in this room that jutted out over the river. Okay, it was Simon Pearce, that's what it was. And now I have to put in another collage of photos from that place, but then back to Sam. [there's a me, a shot of the pretty room with a Sam, some of the swank glass, and two shots of our view out the windows.]
And here is what I want to say about Sam. Notice, in that bottom left picture of the first collage, that his glasses are on upside down. He's a silly creature, is what I'm trying to say. Often, in lulls during conversation, Sam will say most earnestly and most randomly, "When I was pregnant, I used to get so emotional. The sight of watermelons at the grocery store was enough to make me weep."
"Really?" I always ask, putting on my genuinely curious voice.
On Sunday, whilst eating a rocking good pink lady apple (yummy!), Sam said, "When I had an apple orchard [big crunchy bite], in Russia [crunch crunch], in the 1880s, we used to trade our apples with China for [big crunchy bite] those giant paper dragon things."
I sat on the couch, crunching my own apple, giggling.
And as his teaching semester winds down, I keep remembering a morning last fall, in the dwindling days of my last teaching semester when I was getting nauseous every time I had to go. It was very early in the morning, and we were just rousing, finding ourselves next to each other in the dark faint glow of a winter morning. He leaned over, kissed the inside of my elbow, and said, "Once more unto the breach." Somehow, of all the moments and memories that are cataloged in my brain, that has become one the most precious. My Shakespeare-quoting man in the early morning of a difficult day.