It was -29 yesterday. Back home, when it was that cold, I'd look to see if French's shed had smoke coming out of the chimney. It was a great place to warm up. I was walking home late one night from Pancake's place; I saw smoke rising, and flickering light in the window. I hopped the fence and headed over.
I knocked on the door and heard French say "come". French was cradling his guitar and sipping out of a tiny china tea cup. So was his girlfriend. She was sitting on this little cot, under a couple of army surplus sleeping-bags. She giggled and said: "I'm naked".
I tried to play it cool and said: "cool".
Actually, this was not a rare scene with French, but the tea was. He had a metal tea pot steaming on his old caboose wood stove. He offered me a mug of tea. Then he reached under the covers and pulled out a huge plastic bottle of Amaretto. French poured a generous amount into my tea. It was delicious, and tasted like blueberries.
French and I chatted for a bit and sipped our tea. At one point naked girl said: "I'm naked"...again.
I finished my tea and headed back out into the cold.
French and Naked Girl stayed in.
4 comments:
Great Eastern Ontario story.
Too bad "Naked Girl" wasn't there to keep me warm the night the diesel geled -- we left them all back at the Crossroads.
Sounds like a tea ceremony to me. The naked girl must be the Roshi.
New Drink: Smith Falls Steamer:
1 bag Orange Pekoe tea
1 bag of Lemon Ginger tea
1oz of Jameson Whiskey
-add a spoonful of honey
-mix into a big cup with hot water
sit back and drive it inta' ya.
Great visual. The dark, the cold, the smoke, the light, the naked girl under 2 sleeping bags, and spiked tea.
This entire poem, and the scene relayed are - cool! I love the names - French and Pancake:)
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