Drunk On People

Drunk On People

Thanks to my interactions with several flooring folks, all of whom have been white men, I’ve heard several versions of, “I like to watch ‘the game’ and drink beer.”

Football and beer are big here. Maybe not Wisconsin big, but big.

I’m not a fan of beer, but it started me thinking about what the equivalent is for me.

I get drunk on people.

I have loved testing out people here. Seeing how they react to conversational starters and how sincere the interactions feel.

I love it. I have loved every minute of it.

People have been direct and not gushy, but kind and helpful. It’s a friendly I can understand. No nonsense and no BS.

At a bank yesterday the ATM wouldn’t work with my card and the teller I asked for help, Inez, figured out a way to get me the necessary cash. As I was thanking her profusely, she waved a hand at me and said, “I got’chu, Mama.” in the same way it would have been “hun'” in the South, but this felt real.

Imagine my joy at standing on our front porch and looking to my left to see this:

And looking to my right to see this:

The front porches line up!!

I’m dreaming of you all coming to visit and we’ll sit in rocking chairs on the front porch, drinking our chosen drinks, chatting with the neighbors up and down the block.

I’m intoxicated by the idea. 💕💕