She hasn’t left yet, even though just yesterday I had the wrong stove eye turned on and she put her beautiful tomato pie on it and it’s bottom got scorched. She is getting use to the occasional surprise when she steps out of her room—me sucked down into her footstool (after taking the lid off) trying to take a selfie or me staring down into the toilet trying to figure out if I am drowning a flea or a piece of dirt.
I, on the other hand, have the fun of taping her audition videos and being exposed to her theatrical talent via her hilarious performance in Clarence Brown Theatre’s production of Lost Highway.
Before Jayne, my housemate was Laura , another delightful actor. If not for her I might have worried about Jayne’s vampire sleeping habits. But after Laura I knew theatre people don’t go to sleep before dawn, either because they are performing OR because they aren’t performing.
Of course no arrangement is perfect. One challenge for me is reaching those items the TALL person in the house easily placed on the top shelf. That’s o.k. I count the time spent on tiptoes, almost wrenching my arm out of socket, as exercise. Plus her other kitchen talents include making great homemade soup and an apple pie I like.
What really binds us together, besides (or in spite of) being blood kin, are the dogs and the fact they get along so well.
And I believe we are even on the number of times we have left keys in the outside door lock overnight.