The amazing Bush Babe and Mr. I are packing up in Houston and heading back to LA. If you have not been following along with their adventures, you need to get over to their blog and start reading. They've had quite a trip while here. There was NYC and Mamma Mia and cheesecake and Starbucks and the Statue of Liberty and snow and winter coats and Macy's and then there was Houston and rodeos and Tim McGraw and mutton wrangling and cowboy boot shopping and then there was Oklahoma and Ree's lodge and cooking for Ree. And they're not even done yet.
I love this adventure, and it is great fun to follow along. I'm starting to realize one thing. When you approach life eagerly with an open heart, life responds open heartedly right back. These are great, great people, and I've no doubt that they're leaving a trail of admirers behind in their travels.
Violet confided to Cara in NYC that she desperately wanted to see a squirrel. Cara was amused at that and they talked about it. Violet asked about their size. Cara allowed as some of them get pretty big. Violet got very wide-eyed. "As big as me?" she asked. And it made Cara laugh in delight.
Dash was picking out a toy in FAO Swartz. And he is a very careful boy. He doesn't decide anything in the blink of an eye. He pondered, picking one transformer after another. He certainly did not want a Decepticon. It was all Greek to me, I'm afraid. My own experience with super heros ended with Dylan's love of the Power Rangers. In any case, he finally chose his toy. At the end of the night, my Dylan said to Dash, "So, are you pretty sure you got the right toy?" and immediately, Dash's little eyes got thoughtful and his finger went to his lips. "Don't you dare, Dylan!!!" I said, and I pushed him on.
We had so little time to sit and talk, and I spent most of the afternoon being amazed that they were here, and that I was with them, but I do have to tell you that Bush Babe and Mr. I are just plainly, good, good people. Probably the thing that most defined Mr. I was this exchange: We were speaking about the fact that there is a market for horsemeat. I had just commented that Mikey has horses that she'd saved from slaughter. In Australia, they are used for pet food. "I did that once," he said, "and I could never do it again. When an animal serves you all its life, it deserves better than that." I loved that about him, because I feel the same way. The last hands that one of your animals should feel is yours, and the last voice that he hears should be your own. You owe them that kindness.
Bush Babe? Oh, don't believe one self effacing comment the girl makes. She is gorgeous. A beautiful woman. She is a devoted mom, and I loved watching the quiet interactions between her and her husband. They are a team, and there is no mistaking it. She has a beautiful smile and she smiles often.
I walked along on the streets of NYC with them for a whole afternoon. A cold and windy afternoon. I cannot believe that I met them all in person, and I'll be everlastingly grateful that I had the chance to do so. It was a wonderful surprise.
I'll meet up with all of you in Oz, 2012! Jeanie? Barb? Be there, or be square! I'll be bringing the glasses and a good local wine.