Saturday Dec 5, 1992
Around 9:30 pm
Nick and Deej cuddle in the back seat of his parents’ wagon, this time returning from Grandma Joyce’s place for the last time.
But the rule seemed to be keeping things light in the face of, well, yeah.
Today was boxing with Steve and Deb, which worked out with three pairs and surprisingly lively conversation, laughter and most surprisingly, the gals really hitting it off. After lunch especially, every time Nick would go near where they were working they would get quiet and flash each other looks, which of course means he doesn’t even wanna know…
The guys took on the garage, which, thankfully, didn’t have any nasty stash of porn, just mostly Andy’s trove of auto parts for which Steve had already found an enthusiastic buyer along with the Maverick. At one point Steve offers this,
“Nick I’m really glad you got yourself a fine tall gal, she reminds me of Mariette Hartley back in the 70s.”
Ned chimes in, “Hey I see that too, Nick was little though – wasn’t she in those Polaroid ads with, was it Garner?”
And on it goes.
Most other things of any value would go to a consignment shop, everything else donated, well, except the family keepsakes of course.
It’s good to know Grandma’s estate would get a little boost, although Steve mentioned there’s no worries about her stay at the nursing home for however long. Andy will go to a halfway house of sorts and hopefully keep at least half way out of trouble.
The most bittersweet part was dinner with all of them. Joyce looks the same as a few weeks ago, understandably a bit bewildered by all this but, well, she simply loves being with everyone. Nick can’t help but wonder why this didn’t happen more over the years, but then, hell, they probably all are.
But then, Andy had always needed to show off in a crowd, which probably has a lot to do with that. But recent events may have just sobered him up some. Tonight no one is drinking and it seems just fine, Ned struck up quite a conversation with him about the football, which seems to be Andy’s preoccupation these days, good for him.
And so this trip home is a huge relief on many fronts, and while his parents chill to whatever Irene finds on the radio, Nick has Deej in a fluster, sneaking in ear bites, whispering this and that - which may just come true tonight as she’s taking the spare bedroom, well, at some point. She had gotten to the house bright and early despite April and Sam keeping her up as long as they could the night before and got to catch some winks on the way up as Nick took a turn driving.
The past week had been a changeup with no classes at the campus for holiday break, hard to believe his first term as a post-student completed, so he put in as much time as possible getting the labs ready for another whirl – and somehow, despite Goody’s reassurances, it never seems like enough.
Thankfully Chuck Tuttle’s plant is semi-live and looking good, so he’ll swing back that way some this next week to start shoring things up.
But on Monday morning he got to pop a tape into the car’s Pioneer deck and let it sink in, such a unique, precious thing, and only the girls had another copy of the final mix (he had even offered them the first generation copy but they declined). Nick had panned each of the girls a little ways to each side, maybe a third ways, but who knows if those pots are linear. Either way, with the bass in the middle and his leads panned opposite of Sam’s strumming it really came together, more or less, would be nice to EQ the tracks some, but still, wow.
Gradually he and Deej settle down and just lean on each other, she dozes off and he prolly does too.
One way or another tonight is definitely one to tune in the jazz radio. But at the moment, Nick is internally giddy at a recent discovery that Deej doesn’t find that interesting, but just the same, it turns out Paps had a tape of rather raunchy stories in morse code stashed in the trove, simply marked “CW Speed Building,” and what a way to build speed.