Music to my Ears

It was cool and overcast this morning when I poked my head into my tent to survey the contents.

"Everything's fine," I told Rosa.

I had parked at the Post Office and we ran across the highway to behind the old mill. A train roared past just mere feet away as we stood on the old concrete loading dock behind that grand abandoned building where my tent was pitched.

"Isn't that going to keep you up at night?" Rosa asked, speaking of the clamorous train that was now disappearing down the tracks.

"Nah," I said, nonchalantly. "That is music to my ears."

"Come on," I then said. "Let's go get some breakfast."

We ended up eating Krispy Kreme chocolate glazed donuts and drinking coffee in my car in the parking lot of the convenience store not far from my father's pharmacy. I pulled out my Google Adsense check that had arrived yesterday from my glovebox and showed it to Rosa.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "You made all this on the Internet?"

"I made a lot of it writing about you," I said as I smiled and then endorsed the check on my knee with a pen.

"I hope you are writing good things about me."

"Darling, you are the princess in my world."

Rosa smiled and blushed and then told me to quit being so gay. I burst out laughing.

This morning's wanderings ended with us at the bank depositing that check and then I drove Rosa up to the shopping center. She had some acquaintances she wanted to run into today. I have become thoroughly bored with hanging out down at the shopping center thus no posts about the gang in a long time.