Mar. 13, 2016

Life in the fast lane chapter 1

Life in the fast Lane

Looking back on my life I wonder how I managed to stay alive. I played hard and fast, did not discriminate who I slept with how much I drank. I never did the drugs, yet I still partied hard, went to work with a hangover still managed to do a good days work. Work was physical, which helped sweat out the alcohol, working construction will do that for you. Even in the winter when you are framing a house, the physical work kept you warm. Your extremities not so much, we built a fire with the scrap to warm our hands. Girls like construction workers, their muscles combined with knowing how to manually do things, they consider us a catch. Looking back at all the women I dated one stands out among all the rest. She was dark and exotic, high energy, spasmodically emotional, unpredictable, her name was Jazzile. I simply called her Jazzy; she hated it said it was too common for her. I used Jazzy when she went spazzy emotionally.

I loved having fights with her, I learned to duck, and run grab her lay her down and have great sex with her. It always turned her on and calmed her down. Damn that woman was wonderful, I would have married her if it were not for what happened at the lake.

I invited Jazzile to the lake; letting her know it is a fixer upper, 600 sq. foot one bedroom I plan on adding onto it making it a 1600 sq. foot ranch with 3 bedrooms.

January is a dead month for construction which is perfect time to work on the cabin. The place has a wood stove for heat, there is plumbing I had already redone the bathroom, the wall to extend the house been tore out the addition has been framed and dry walled, the kitchen consisted of a sink, small cube refrigerator microwave, I usually bring up a cooler full of beer and a cooler full of meat. Some can goods, potatoes, onions I placed in a box. Jazzile loved the idea of spending a month working alongside me fixing the place up. I told her she should bring her own car in case she hated the seclusion, she said she will love it no reason to bring up her car she will ride with me.

We set out early Friday morning it is a 4 hour drive, arriving just before lunch, I got the wood stove rocking and rolling, Jazzile had brought up a comforter, pillows blankets, curtain, towels thinking she would dress up the place.

When she seen the bed she said we should order a queen size wrought iron old fashioned bed. I loved the idea We made grilled cheese, heated up canned tomato soup for lunch. I gave Jazzile a quick how to load the wood stove and went to work, sanding the drywall getting it prepared for the primer.

Jazzile was on her phone surfing the web looking for a wrought iron queen size bed. Her scream startled me I ran to see if she was ok, thinking she may have burned herself on the stove, or worse set something on fire. It was neither she found the bed, ordered it from a company which is local they said they could deliver it by Wednesday of next week. I gave her a hug and kiss, which deposited dust all over her, raising her voice just to tell me she did not like the mess I made, which made me laugh and kiss her more, she pushed me away I pulled her closer, with her fists she started hammering on my shoulders till I pulled her hair making her head tip back, looking directly at her I said “Jazzy I am going to get more than dust on you.”

Our love making was crazy and passionate; the wrought iron bed will be sturdy enough to handle anything we throw at it.

Back at sanding the drywall Jazzile busied herself with making dinner, using a cast iron Dutch oven on top of the wood stove which she is incredibly good at running. The aroma of the roast, potatoes, onions, carrots drifted my way, turning to look at Jazzile placing a blanket on the floor with paper plates and plastic forks and knives, I knew I was in love with this crazy girl. She called to me telling me to shower no more white powder on the floor or her, laughing I said “Ok Jazzile my love.”

 

Life in the fast lane Chapter 2

 

By Wednesday with Jazzile’s help the addition had the first coat of primer, at that point we needed to choose colors and paint, and also I like putting 2 coats of primer. Jazzile chose to stay at the cabin rather than go into town with me, I told her I would bring back the color swatches, she said she wanted neutrals laughing at her when I said “Neutrals, most guys are color blind.”

 

Jazzile “Nathan, there will probably be a woman working at the store, tell you want neutral swatches and samples of brown/grey neutrals she will know.”

 

Nodding and waving I left, did the Home Depot first, stopped by the Chinese restaurant ordered our food, went to the florist bought 3 dozen red roses and a large vase, picked up the food and headed back to the cabin. When I arrived Jazzile was in the bedroom she called to me.

 

Nathan darling, please come here and help me with something.”

 

Walking into the room carrying the food and roses in the vase, Jazzile was lying on the wrought iron bed naked and beckoning me, she let out an “OH Darling!” when she seen the roses, I let out my toy so we could play.

 

We made love and ate the Chinese food on the wrought iron bed, which needs to be oiled it squeaks; Jazzile said she likes the squeak it has a good rhythm. I said “Ok we got rhythm.” She laughed and we got rhythm all over again.

 

Later we went through the colors, Jazzile used a small brush and put a small sample of the color on each wall to see how the sun played off it, and decided on the Taupe for the living space, Soft grey for one bedroom, and Deep sand for the next bedroom. While she was doing that I was putting the second coat of primer, the next day I will go back into town and get the paint in the colors she had chosen.

 

Once again Jazzile chose to stay at the cabin; she wanted to put up some curtains. While I was picking up the paint I had noticed a second hand store; I decided to take a look and see if they had a decent dining room table, nothing too expensive thinking eventually Jazzile will want to pick out something nice. I found a round table with four high back chairs, oak table which had a Formica wood grain looking top. It was in decent condition, fifty dollars seemed reasonable, I also stopped picked up some furniture polish to clean up the chairs and pedestal.

 

This time I brought home Burritos with nachos, as I walked in the door Jazzile met me with a hug, she seems to like playing house, I told her what was in the truck, she ran out and did her “Oh my Nathan it is perfect!” when she says this it is done with such flourish and emotion, she makes my heart race.

 

Once the table was set up and wiped down we had our meal, I then painted the first room. By the time I was done and showered we both went to bed. Laid in each other’s arms just before we fell asleep I whispered to Jazzile “I love you Jazzy will you marry me.?” She moaned rolled to face me and said “Oh Nathan I love you yes I will marry you.”

 

Weather predictions for the night was gale force winds, and 3 inches of snow, what we received was gale force winds and 2 feet of snow, digging out enough to get the door open was a job, I was glad I brought up the snow blower, I made a path to the water’s edge, it had not frozen over yet, usually by the end of February it has an inch or two of ice, our weather has been unseasonably warm.

 

Jazzile loved the fresh snow she would bundle up and walk to the water’s edge. That afternoon she walked in where I was painting and said “Nathan, tomorrow take half the day off and lets go to the water’s edge and build a fire, sit and listen to the life of our little heaven.

 

We spent the next afternoon with a campfire, eating sandwiches drinking hot coffee, and actually made love in the snow, using the fire to warm our bodies afterward before we dressed. Jazzile’s pink cold skin glowed in the light of the fire, it had gotten dark and she looked luminous.

 

Living in the fast lane Chapter 3

By the end of the 2nd week I had finished the painting. Jazzile decided to go into town with me this time to pick out carpeting for the addition. We picked out multicolored Berber carpeting; Jazzile convinced me to let someone else install it so we can have some time to ourselves. I needed a break, have not taken a day off since we arrived, just the half day at the water’s edge. We spent the time buying a refrigerator, and groceries. Once we slid it against the wall and plugged it in, pulling the small one out, which I will use in the barn in the summer time.

The carpet was the perfect color to go with the walls, even I could see that. We moved the master bedroom to the back bedroom, I had put a small bathroom in the back bedroom, it contained a small shower, single sink and toilet. I utilized an old dresser for the sink, 2 large drawers were still usable for storage. Jazzile has been trying to convince me to apply for construction work closer to the cabin; she wants to live here not just visit. I called my boss told him what I was considering; he said he hoped I would not do that but he did have a friend in the area, he would put in a good word for me. I told my boss to hold off of a few days I needed to think about it first. My boss said he would and told me to take an extra week at the cabin, there was nothing big coming up till mid-February. When I told Jazzile she was thrilled, she said “By the time you would have to leave here to go to work I will have convinced you to stay so we could make this our home.”

After taking the one day off I was refreshed it was time to start on the kitchen, Jazzile had all the kitchen utensils on the dining room table, we rolled the refrigerator as far as the cord would let it go, I started to rip things apart to turn this kitchen into the dream kitchen Jazzile wanted.

Jazzile went into town, picked out cabinets, counter tops, handles, all the things to put into her new kitchen, including a propane cook stove. By the end of the 3rd week, I had the walls painted, the flooring in. Cabinets were to arrive the following Monday, things were going along quickly with all the help Jazzile gave me,

The weather predictions we were to get a foot of snow the following Tuesday, Jazzile fretted, hoping the Cabinets would be in before the snow hit; they were and she was thrilled. I put them up, the counter was delivered the same day, and the team installed the counters. I hooked up the stove; got the generator ready in case we lose power.

Jazzile used the kitchen to make our dinner that night, I told her before the snow hits the next morning we should go to city hall and get married, we could use this address as our home address. She was thrilled.

Only problem was the weather predictions were off again, it started to snow heavily that night, and did not let up till late the next evening. I spent the time clearing a path to the barn, digging out the truck which I should have put in the barn, but did not since we had planned on using it first thing the next morning.

We put off the wedding till Thursday to give the county road commission a chance to clear the roads. Jazzile was happy playing house; she spent her time in the kitchen arranging things, buying dishes, pots and pans on line. She works for an attorney she had called and told him about her plans of living here and not returning to work, he said if she wanted she could work from home, he would send her pay or auto deposit her pay once she has an account set up. No more fast lane for me, I am going to be a husband.

 

Living in the fast lane Chapter 5

Wednesday I called the Road Commission asked when they thought Route 100 would be cleared, the secretary who answered the phone told me they had a couple of trucks down, apologized for the inconvenience she did not think Route 100 would be cleared till Friday.

According to the news emergency vehicles were getting stuck, volunteers went out with their tractors and whatever other machinery they had to help. I knew I needed to clear the snow off the roof. Jazzile was scared I might fall and hurt myself, if the emergency vehicles could not get here to help me she would not know what she would do if something were to happen to me. I told her I would be fine, I have done this a million times, and I needed to get the weight off the roof.

She finally agreed that I should do it. She spent some time getting accounts set up to do her work at home, put together a makeshift office in the old master bedroom using the coffee table as a desk, setting up pillows to sit on and leaned a pillow against the wall for support. That is where I left her, she was working away on her computer, and we had bought a Verizon air card which her boss said he would put the monthly payment for the air card in with her pay.

First thing I did was open the barn, I stood looking at all that had been accomplished, I was lost in thought for a half hour before I got started on the roof. Grabbing the large ladder, my support gear to tether me so if I were to slip it would keep me from cracking my head open, I really do not think with as much snow as we have that was going to be an issue. Grabbing the roof rake I started to make a path about a foot wide giving me a space to climb up and work on the roof. Once on the roof I tried to methodically work the area opposite the barn then slowly work my way to the other side of the roof.

After finishing and putting things away I went inside to find Jazzile I expected to find her in the kitchen or still at her computer. Her coat was still on the hook as were her boots, but she was nowhere in the house. I walked to the water’s edge, called her name a dozen times, went back to the barn called for her. The truck was still in the barn she could not have gone far. I did not see any foot prints, standing there panic started to seize me, I had no idea where else to look I called her phone, it rang in the house, I ran in hoping somehow I missed her.

Walking back out the front door I noticed her slipper laying alongside the house, I stared at it trying to make sense of why it would be lying there like that, when the horror gripped me, I ran to the large mound of snow I pushed off the roof and started to dig and dig till my hands were blue and bloody, I stopped only long enough to call 911.

By the time someone arrived I was sitting in the snow holding my Jazzile in my arms rocking and sobbing, I was so inconsolable they took me to the hospital, and took Jazzile’s remains to the morgue.