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Ed and Hank
Another day in the life of Ed and Hank... wherein nothin' much happens, as usual-like...
Disclaimer: Hank told their story to Annie Proulx. Jack and Ennis are all hers. Ed and Hank belong only to each other. Rating: G $$: Nope.
Links to all previous posts are here:
http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/10082.html
thwak... thwak... "Hey, Ed... 'Bout time ya got tha' fine ass a yers back here ta help me... Damn... I gotta admit... it feels purty damn good ta be the one sayin' that fer a change..."
"I jus' walked down the driveway ta get the mail, dumbass... Weren't gone fer more 'n a couple a minutes..."
"Still counts."
"'N lookit this here... Some dumbass sent me a postcard..."
"Now why the hell wouldya go 'n call some fella who's nice 'nough ta send ya a postcard a 'dumbass'...?"
"On accounta this particular dumbass lives with me... 'Course... could be that he's gettin' old 'n senile-like 'n he fergot."
"Couldn' hardly ferget somethin' like tha'.. Hell... in fact... I bet he thanks his lucky stars fer tha' particular fact each 'n ev'ry day... Well... almost each 'n ev'ry day anyways..."
"'Course... He did seem ta ferget he coulda jus' handed it ta me... 'N saved the price of a postage stamp."
"Maybe he sent it on accounta postcards are s'posed to be mailed... 'N I bet he figured the price of a postage stamp wouldn' 'xactly break ya."
"Ya never know what's gonna be the straw tha' breaks ya."
"Ya know... I bet tha' fella sent it fer ol' time's sake... 'N I bet he wanted a chance ta write.. 'Havin' a wonderful time... So glad we're here'... ya know... the opposite a what he used ta write on all them postcards he sent ya..."
"'N I bet he liked addressin' it ta Mr. Edward Smith-Jones too... Seein' as how big he wrote it... Weren't hardly no room left fer the address."
"Yep. I bet he liked writin' that a whole helluva lot."
"But... I'm gonna hafta tell him... This here postcard makes me feel a l'il inadequate-like..."
"'N how 'xactly mighta it a done somethin' crazy like tha'...?"
"On accounta we don't got near the bumper crop a trucks the fella on this postcard does..."
"Maybe not... But we're workin' on it... 'N it gives us somethn' ta aspire to."
"True 'nough."
"So's... I got somethin' else fer ya, Ed..."
"Dammit, Hank."
"Kinda goes with the postcard... Jus' couldn' pass it up..."
"I'm 'fraid ta ask."
"'S a truck... a real classic... bright yellow... in mint condition... Had 'Ed' writ all over it... 'N... 'fore ya get all carried 'way mad at me... I jus' wantcha ta look 'er over real good... You'll see... She's all I said she were... 'N she were a real bargain too..."
"Dammit, Hank. Ya know damn well we're s'posed ta talk ta each other 'bout big purchases before we buy nothin'."
"Yeah. 'Cause that's wha' you always wanna do... 'buy nothin'."
"Don't s'pose we can return it...?"
"Nope. Besides... How're we gonna get tha' bumper crop a trucks if'n we never buy a new old one...?"
"Ain't s'posed ta buy 'em... Yer jus' s'posed ta grow 'em."
"Don't think it 'xactly works tha' way."
"Sigh... Where is it anyways...?"
"Right outside there... Cain't figure out how the hell ya missed it..."
"Wha' the hell are ya talkin' about...?"
"Head out thataway..."
"...I still don't see nothin'."
"Now... Look down."
"Dumbass. You really had me goin' there."
"It's all I said it were ain't it...? Bright yellow classic in mint condition that's got 'Ed' writ all over it..."
"Cain't argue with tha'."
"But... if'n I ever find a full-sized one in half... hell... in a quarter... no... a eighth... tha' good a shape you can be damn sure I ain't gonna pass it up."
"Could ya leastwise jus' talk ta me 'bout it first...?"
"I jus' did."
"Dumbass."
A little later...
"So's... Hank...?"
"Yeah...?"
"Thought it was s'posed ta be my truck."
"It is."
"How 'bout you stop playin' with it then...?"
"I ain't playin'... I'm workin'... Sure is one tough l'il truck."
"Jus' don't wreck it... Or scratch it or nothin'..."
"I won't. So's... Does tha' mean ya actually like it...?"
"Yeah. I like it. 'N I know jus' where I'm gonna put it... So's... I guess ya might as well get yer playin' done now... 'cause it's gonna be off limits to ya later..."
"Lemme guess... Yer gonna plant it 'n hope it grows inta a full-size one...?"
"Dumbass."
A little later...
"Wha' happened, Hank...? Ya fall down 'n ya cain't get back up...?"
"Nope. Jus' lyin' here lookin' at the sky... 'S real nice... You should join me, Ed..."
"Thanks, but no thanks... my back ain't up ta lyin' on no hard floor."
"Hey... I got an idea... How 'bout we don't put the roof on... Instead we jus' keep this here addition fer good-weather sleepin'... So's we can enjoy the stars..."
"Dont' think so."
"I guess that ain't real practical-like... Sure would be nice though... We'd have the whole sky laid out in fron' a us... They don't make retractable roofs fer houses... do they...?"
"Not none we could afford."
"How d'ya know...? Have ya looked inta it...?"
"Don't need ta... Yer jus' gonna hafta settle fer the skyligh' we planned on."
"Maybe we could jus' do an all glass roof... like a buncha windows... Tha' wouldn' cost so's much maybe..."
"Won't work, Hank... Ain't hardly no 'R' value in glass... even triple paned... We'd broil in the summer 'n freeze our asses off in the winter."
"I'd keep ya warm 'nough in winter - hot even... real hot..."
"But ya couldn' keep me cool 'nough in summer."
"Ya know damn well it gen'rally cools off real nice-like at night in summer."
"Still too damn expensive. But... How 'bout we build ourselves a raised deck off the new back porch... Fer sleepin' out under the stars when we get a hankerin' to... Tha'd get us up off the ground good..."
"I cain't believe my ears... Mr. Edward Smith-Jones wants ta spend hisself some more money...?!? Ya migh' wanna catch me if'n I happen ta faint at the thought of it..."
"Lucky fer me yer already lyin' down."
"Ya'd prob'bly drop me... So's lucky fer me too..."
"Besides... it shouldn't cost all tha' much... 'N we can do all the labor ourselves on tha'."
"I've 'bout had my fill a hard labor this summer."
"So's... Ya don't wanna do it...?"
"Nope. I jus' want you to do it... 'N lemme know when it's done. I'll be more'n happy ta enjoy it with ya."
"Well... We should finish this here addition 'fore New Years... So's we'll have a break from it fer a few months 'fore we start buildin' tha' deck in spring... Ya think ya migh' be recovered enough ta do justa l'il bit a work by then...?"
"Nope."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"Dumbass."
Later that night...
"You comin' up ta bed, Hank...?"
"You done brushin' yer teeth 'n whatnot...?"
"Yeah... bathroom's all yers."
"I'm done too... C'mon down here fer a sec, Ed..."
"Why?"
"Jus' need a l'il help with somethin'..."
"With what 'xactly?"
"Ya might as well jus' get down here... 'cause I ain't gonna tell ya why 'n I ain't gonna stop yellin' fer ya 'til ya do."
"Well... I'm warnin' ya now... my back cain't take bein' tackled nowheres but onto a soft bed..."
"I ain't gonna tackle ya... Not jus' yet anyways... Jus' c'mon down here fer a minute, wouldya...?"
"Fine. I'm comin', I'm comin'..."
"I like where ya put the truck, Ed... Looks like we're giants about ta stomp on it."
"Tha' better not be whatcha got me down here fer... jus' ta tell me tha'..."
"Nope... C'mon thisaway..."
"Wha'...? Why...?"
"You'll see..."
A minute later...
"Jeez, Hank... This is real nice..."
"Figured why wait 'til we got tha' sleepin' deck built... We might as well enjoy this here addition now too... while we can still see the sky..."
"Ya think tha' propane lantern's too close ta the walls...?"
"Nope. It's jus' fine, Ed... Hell... ain't hardly turned up at all..."
"Looks like ya got some good paddin' under tha' sleepin' bag..."
"Yep. Ev'ry bit a paddin' we own... 'N... I got us some music too... Here..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oak76g1QzyM
"Who's tha'...?"
"Johnny Reid... 'A Moon ta Remember'... Ya wanna dance...?"
"Guess it wouldn' kill me."
"You sure 'bout tha'...?"
"Purty sure."
"C'mere, dumbass."
"You got it, dumbass... In justa second..."
"Wha...? Where ya goin'...?"
thunk... thunk... thunk... "Lantern were lightin' up a nail tha' needed some poundin' in..."
"'N here I thought ya only had eyes fer me..."
"Now I only got eyes fer you."
"Good enough. But... Justa second..."
"Where the hell are you goin'...?"
"Lookit tha' big ol' moon... Gotta get a picture of it quick-like... 'fore it gets up any higher 'n loses it's looks..."
"'N you just happen ta have the camera out here...?"
"Yep. Jus' like you happened ta have a hammer nearby..."
"'S a buildin' site, dumbass... Toolbox is righ' there..."
"There... got it... Damn... That's some moon..."
"Sure is."
"'N now I only got eyes fer you too, Ed... 'N ears... 'n arms... 'n feet... I only got feet fer you... 'n legs... 'n hands... 'n lips..."
"C'mere, dumbass..."
"Hold on... I was jus' gettin' ta the best parts..."
"We'll get ta them soon 'nough... So's... ya wanna dance or not...?"
"Dance. Definitely dance."
---
A Moon To Remember
Wrapped up beneath
a blanket of stars
you and me
and the beat of our hearts
both holding on
holding on tight
I can still see
reflecting in your eyes
a moon to remember
a night to surrender
a moment to treasure
forever yours and mine
a flood of emotion
cast over the ocean
a moon to remember
for the rest of our lives - yeah
looking at you
nothing has changed
what I felt back then, baby
I still feel today
you're all I want
you're all I'll ever need
I never will forget
the night you shared with me
---
Another day in the life of Ed and Hank... wherein nothin' much happens, as usual-like...
Disclaimer: Hank told their story to Annie Proulx. Jack and Ennis are all hers. Ed and Hank belong only to each other. Rating: G $$: Nope.
Links to all previous posts are here:
http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/10082.html
thwak... thwak... "Hey, Ed... 'Bout time ya got tha' fine ass a yers back here ta help me... Damn... I gotta admit... it feels purty damn good ta be the one sayin' that fer a change..."
"I jus' walked down the driveway ta get the mail, dumbass... Weren't gone fer more 'n a couple a minutes..."
"Still counts."
"'N lookit this here... Some dumbass sent me a postcard..."
"Now why the hell wouldya go 'n call some fella who's nice 'nough ta send ya a postcard a 'dumbass'...?"
"On accounta this particular dumbass lives with me... 'Course... could be that he's gettin' old 'n senile-like 'n he fergot."
"Couldn' hardly ferget somethin' like tha'.. Hell... in fact... I bet he thanks his lucky stars fer tha' particular fact each 'n ev'ry day... Well... almost each 'n ev'ry day anyways..."
"'Course... He did seem ta ferget he coulda jus' handed it ta me... 'N saved the price of a postage stamp."
"Maybe he sent it on accounta postcards are s'posed to be mailed... 'N I bet he figured the price of a postage stamp wouldn' 'xactly break ya."
"Ya never know what's gonna be the straw tha' breaks ya."
"Ya know... I bet tha' fella sent it fer ol' time's sake... 'N I bet he wanted a chance ta write.. 'Havin' a wonderful time... So glad we're here'... ya know... the opposite a what he used ta write on all them postcards he sent ya..."
"'N I bet he liked addressin' it ta Mr. Edward Smith-Jones too... Seein' as how big he wrote it... Weren't hardly no room left fer the address."
"Yep. I bet he liked writin' that a whole helluva lot."
"But... I'm gonna hafta tell him... This here postcard makes me feel a l'il inadequate-like..."
"'N how 'xactly mighta it a done somethin' crazy like tha'...?"
"On accounta we don't got near the bumper crop a trucks the fella on this postcard does..."
"Maybe not... But we're workin' on it... 'N it gives us somethn' ta aspire to."
"True 'nough."
"So's... I got somethin' else fer ya, Ed..."
"Dammit, Hank."
"Kinda goes with the postcard... Jus' couldn' pass it up..."
"I'm 'fraid ta ask."
"'S a truck... a real classic... bright yellow... in mint condition... Had 'Ed' writ all over it... 'N... 'fore ya get all carried 'way mad at me... I jus' wantcha ta look 'er over real good... You'll see... She's all I said she were... 'N she were a real bargain too..."
"Dammit, Hank. Ya know damn well we're s'posed ta talk ta each other 'bout big purchases before we buy nothin'."
"Yeah. 'Cause that's wha' you always wanna do... 'buy nothin'."
"Don't s'pose we can return it...?"
"Nope. Besides... How're we gonna get tha' bumper crop a trucks if'n we never buy a new old one...?"
"Ain't s'posed ta buy 'em... Yer jus' s'posed ta grow 'em."
"Don't think it 'xactly works tha' way."
"Sigh... Where is it anyways...?"
"Right outside there... Cain't figure out how the hell ya missed it..."
"Wha' the hell are ya talkin' about...?"
"Head out thataway..."
"...I still don't see nothin'."
"Now... Look down."
"Dumbass. You really had me goin' there."
"It's all I said it were ain't it...? Bright yellow classic in mint condition that's got 'Ed' writ all over it..."
"Cain't argue with tha'."
"But... if'n I ever find a full-sized one in half... hell... in a quarter... no... a eighth... tha' good a shape you can be damn sure I ain't gonna pass it up."
"Could ya leastwise jus' talk ta me 'bout it first...?"
"I jus' did."
"Dumbass."
A little later...
"So's... Hank...?"
"Yeah...?"
"Thought it was s'posed ta be my truck."
"It is."
"How 'bout you stop playin' with it then...?"
"I ain't playin'... I'm workin'... Sure is one tough l'il truck."
"Jus' don't wreck it... Or scratch it or nothin'..."
"I won't. So's... Does tha' mean ya actually like it...?"
"Yeah. I like it. 'N I know jus' where I'm gonna put it... So's... I guess ya might as well get yer playin' done now... 'cause it's gonna be off limits to ya later..."
"Lemme guess... Yer gonna plant it 'n hope it grows inta a full-size one...?"
"Dumbass."
A little later...
"Wha' happened, Hank...? Ya fall down 'n ya cain't get back up...?"
"Nope. Jus' lyin' here lookin' at the sky... 'S real nice... You should join me, Ed..."
"Thanks, but no thanks... my back ain't up ta lyin' on no hard floor."
"Hey... I got an idea... How 'bout we don't put the roof on... Instead we jus' keep this here addition fer good-weather sleepin'... So's we can enjoy the stars..."
"Dont' think so."
"I guess that ain't real practical-like... Sure would be nice though... We'd have the whole sky laid out in fron' a us... They don't make retractable roofs fer houses... do they...?"
"Not none we could afford."
"How d'ya know...? Have ya looked inta it...?"
"Don't need ta... Yer jus' gonna hafta settle fer the skyligh' we planned on."
"Maybe we could jus' do an all glass roof... like a buncha windows... Tha' wouldn' cost so's much maybe..."
"Won't work, Hank... Ain't hardly no 'R' value in glass... even triple paned... We'd broil in the summer 'n freeze our asses off in the winter."
"I'd keep ya warm 'nough in winter - hot even... real hot..."
"But ya couldn' keep me cool 'nough in summer."
"Ya know damn well it gen'rally cools off real nice-like at night in summer."
"Still too damn expensive. But... How 'bout we build ourselves a raised deck off the new back porch... Fer sleepin' out under the stars when we get a hankerin' to... Tha'd get us up off the ground good..."
"I cain't believe my ears... Mr. Edward Smith-Jones wants ta spend hisself some more money...?!? Ya migh' wanna catch me if'n I happen ta faint at the thought of it..."
"Lucky fer me yer already lyin' down."
"Ya'd prob'bly drop me... So's lucky fer me too..."
"Besides... it shouldn't cost all tha' much... 'N we can do all the labor ourselves on tha'."
"I've 'bout had my fill a hard labor this summer."
"So's... Ya don't wanna do it...?"
"Nope. I jus' want you to do it... 'N lemme know when it's done. I'll be more'n happy ta enjoy it with ya."
"Well... We should finish this here addition 'fore New Years... So's we'll have a break from it fer a few months 'fore we start buildin' tha' deck in spring... Ya think ya migh' be recovered enough ta do justa l'il bit a work by then...?"
"Nope."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"Dumbass."
Later that night...
"You comin' up ta bed, Hank...?"
"You done brushin' yer teeth 'n whatnot...?"
"Yeah... bathroom's all yers."
"I'm done too... C'mon down here fer a sec, Ed..."
"Why?"
"Jus' need a l'il help with somethin'..."
"With what 'xactly?"
"Ya might as well jus' get down here... 'cause I ain't gonna tell ya why 'n I ain't gonna stop yellin' fer ya 'til ya do."
"Well... I'm warnin' ya now... my back cain't take bein' tackled nowheres but onto a soft bed..."
"I ain't gonna tackle ya... Not jus' yet anyways... Jus' c'mon down here fer a minute, wouldya...?"
"Fine. I'm comin', I'm comin'..."
"I like where ya put the truck, Ed... Looks like we're giants about ta stomp on it."
"Tha' better not be whatcha got me down here fer... jus' ta tell me tha'..."
"Nope... C'mon thisaway..."
"Wha'...? Why...?"
"You'll see..."
A minute later...
"Jeez, Hank... This is real nice..."
"Figured why wait 'til we got tha' sleepin' deck built... We might as well enjoy this here addition now too... while we can still see the sky..."
"Ya think tha' propane lantern's too close ta the walls...?"
"Nope. It's jus' fine, Ed... Hell... ain't hardly turned up at all..."
"Looks like ya got some good paddin' under tha' sleepin' bag..."
"Yep. Ev'ry bit a paddin' we own... 'N... I got us some music too... Here..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oak76g1QzyM
"Who's tha'...?"
"Johnny Reid... 'A Moon ta Remember'... Ya wanna dance...?"
"Guess it wouldn' kill me."
"You sure 'bout tha'...?"
"Purty sure."
"C'mere, dumbass."
"You got it, dumbass... In justa second..."
"Wha...? Where ya goin'...?"
thunk... thunk... thunk... "Lantern were lightin' up a nail tha' needed some poundin' in..."
"'N here I thought ya only had eyes fer me..."
"Now I only got eyes fer you."
"Good enough. But... Justa second..."
"Where the hell are you goin'...?"
"Lookit tha' big ol' moon... Gotta get a picture of it quick-like... 'fore it gets up any higher 'n loses it's looks..."
"'N you just happen ta have the camera out here...?"
"Yep. Jus' like you happened ta have a hammer nearby..."
"'S a buildin' site, dumbass... Toolbox is righ' there..."
"There... got it... Damn... That's some moon..."
"Sure is."
"'N now I only got eyes fer you too, Ed... 'N ears... 'n arms... 'n feet... I only got feet fer you... 'n legs... 'n hands... 'n lips..."
"C'mere, dumbass..."
"Hold on... I was jus' gettin' ta the best parts..."
"We'll get ta them soon 'nough... So's... ya wanna dance or not...?"
"Dance. Definitely dance."
---
A Moon To Remember
Wrapped up beneath
a blanket of stars
you and me
and the beat of our hearts
both holding on
holding on tight
I can still see
reflecting in your eyes
a moon to remember
a night to surrender
a moment to treasure
forever yours and mine
a flood of emotion
cast over the ocean
a moon to remember
for the rest of our lives - yeah
looking at you
nothing has changed
what I felt back then, baby
I still feel today
you're all I want
you're all I'll ever need
I never will forget
the night you shared with me
---