I am pretty oblivious. I’ve posted about this before, but sometimes it surprises even me. I never notice what kind of cars my friends drive, and these are cars I’ve ridden in for years. Obviously, I know if it is a truck or a four door, but I couldn’t tell you the make or model unless it is absolutely egregious like a Mini-Cooper or a Jeep Wrangler.
I rarely pay attention to my surroundings, and evidently not much to the people surrounding me. I never notice when someone shaves off their beard or starts donning contacts instead of glasses. I would be a terrible witness for the authorities.
Policeman: How tall was the assailant?
Policeman: Male or female?
Me: I think it was a guy. Or maybe a really buff chick?
Me: Yeah, it was running pretty fast.
Policeman: You’re worthless.
You get my point. I’ve noticed recently that Johnny is quite the opposite. He really notices things. We were driving through a rural area lately and were admiring a ridge of trees full of color in their Autumn glory. Johnny pointed out a patch of evergreens close to the crest. “Christmas Tree Farm”, he remarked to himself as much as me. In a million years I would never have noticed those trees.
Last weekend we were furniture shopping in a posh part of town. “You always know you’re in the high end area because the power lines are underground”, he laughed. I looked around and sure enough, very few visible poles. Mind you, I’ve worked in this area for 8 years and never made that observation.
A few months ago, Johnny had told me a story about his childhood. Almost every Saturday night he and his GrandPap would heat up a can of Vietti chili and watch Hee Haw together. He asked me last weekend if I knew where the Vietti Foods Plant was located, as they were founded here in Nashville. I did not. On the way home from furniture shopping Johnny jumped up in his seat and pointed out the car window – “Look! The Vietti Foods Headquarters! Right there on the right hand side, see it”?!? He was like a little kid in his excitement. There it was, a not-so-small building nestled right outside of downtown. Would you believe me if I told you I pass it every day on my way home from work. EVERY DAY.
A few weeks ago John and I took his daughters trick or treating for Halloween. It was kind of magical, really. It was so poignant to see the holiday through the eyes of children. The wonder at the costumes, the sheer delight at a bucket full of candy, and the excitement of it all. It was almost palpable as I held their little hands and approached each house.
I think that’s what I’m most excited about in my future with John.
I’m going to see so much more in this new life of mine.