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Thrown Out 2007-09-17 23:29:00 I was at the bay yesterday, squeezing one last Sunday out of summer. Laying on the shore with a smattering of others, the calm water mesmerized me almost as much as the beach's rhythmic waves. Young boys cavorting ended my daydream. One is tall and quite lanky, the other is shorter and solid. They are both white and perhaps 13. The lanky one is very pale with short auburn hair. His friend is tan with a buzz cut. They chase each other around, back and forth from the water's edge to their towels on the sand: Buzz: Ahhhh! You can't catch me!Lanky: Ha! Shut up! Watch out!Buzz: See! Told you. (Outruns Lanky and plops on his towel. Lanky oversteps and falls on his knees.)Lanky: Hey! Watch this. I'm gonna pretend I'm throwing this to my dad. (He grabs a football and throws it wildly. Wobbling sideways, it plunks into the bay.)Buzz: Dude, that was lame!Lanky: That's what he would say. I don't care! Buzz: Aren't you gonna get the ball? It's floating away!Lanky: Nope. My dad would be Read more:Thrown
Minimum Rage 2007-09-15 22:56:00 I am at the University bookstore picking up my text, thank goodness for Saturday store hours. The campus is scarcely populated; a few students read and chat on the lawns. I park on a sunlit bench and crack open my new $80 (modest paperback) text. Three young boys race up on mountain bikes. All wear helmets and shorts. Two carry Coke cans, one does not. They are white, brown-haired and perhaps 11 or 12 years old. They drop their bikes and climb on the modern art structure behind me which looks like a giant orange slide minus the ladder up: Coke 1: Yeah! This is so cool!Cokeless: This whole place is cool. I could spend all day here! All these hills - Coke 2: Me and my dad ride bikes here a lot. It's awesome.Coke 1: Hey you guys! Watch this! (slides down the ramp squatting on his tennis shoes)Cokeless: Whoooo! Sweet! I'll do it!Coke 2: I love this campus. I'm gonna go here. My dad wants me to go here, too.Coke 1: Yeah, I'm going here, too. I'm going to engineering. Coke 2: Where are Read more:Minimum
Secret Weapons 2007-09-10 03:30:00 I am at my salon for a color and trim. After my wash, I wait for my stylist to finish another client. Next to me sits an older lady getting her roots done. Foils cover her crown. She is white with blond hair on the shorter side. She wears pink lipstick and nail polish. A rather imposing diamond gleams on her left ring finger. A large Coach purse rests on the counter. She chats with her stylist, who continues painting her roots:Client: Well, that Pavarotti's dead. Did you see that, honey?Stylist: Who? Uh uh.Client: Pavarotti, you know, the opera singer. Stylist: Oh. Was he old?Client: No he was not. Barely 70. But he had a young gal he left his wife for. Married 30 years and then poof! Off with a young one. Stylist: No way! Was he handsome?Client: No he was not. I'll tell you what, honey, a girl's gotta keep things up. Gotta keep our stuff in working order.Stylist: Hahaha!Client: I'm serious. These gals lettin' themselves go, carrying these giant butts around, no make-up, plain Read more:Weapons
Encircled 2007-09-04 01:20:00 I'm at the beach today (again) and it's Labor Day crowded. I'm gazing at the waves when a family bustles by, spraying sand. They settle in front of me and unpack. The couple is white and 40-something. There are two young blond girls, a blond teenaged boy and two black boys, one toddler and one perhaps five or six. These two boys stand back while the girls raid the sand toys, grabbing pales and shovels. The teen tucks a boogie board under his arm and jogs to the sea. After shouting warnings not to drift to the teen, the Dad kneels beside the older boy, puts his hand on his head and whispers something in his ear. The boy nods his head, takes his hand and the two start toward the water. The toddler screams and wails something incomprehensible. The older boy goes to him and tries to pull him toward the water, too. He cries louder and digs his heels into the sand. The Mother kneels down beside the two and takes both their hands in hers:Mom: He's afraid, honey. He's just afraid. You go
Purple Eyeshadow 2007-09-01 21:18:00 I am at Walgreen's browsing in cosmetics. Flip flops smacking precede two tween girls who rush the aisle, sharing one shopping basket. Both wear shorts and tank tops, one has painted toe nails - bright blue. The other wears a thin pink headband in blond hair. They are animated and chatter busily while fingering different products:Pink Band: Eeeee! I'm so excited! Make-up changes everything. Blue Toes: I know! I know! What are you getting for sure?Pink Band: I get to get one eyeshadow, one lip gloss and one blush. Blue Toes: But you have to get mascara! That's the best thing. It makes your eyes sexy.Pink Band: Nope. My mom said no mascara and no blue or purple eye shadow. Only pink or tan.Blue Toes: Why? What's wrong with purple or blue?Pink Band: Because only certain girls wear those.Blue Toes: Huh? What girls?Pink band: The teenager moms.(Pause)Blue Toes: That's not true. Britney Spears wears purple eyeshadow and she's 25.Pink band: Um...Both girls move down the aisle, from one Read more:Purple
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True Love 2007-08-29 03:23:00 I hear two male voices laughing at the Xerox machine just outside my office today, a wonderful configuration for listening. People talk louder when it's copying and it's easy to hear. I don't recognize either voice. One is wheezing more than laughing. They are joined by a third male:Voice 3: What's the joke? Huh? Give it up.Wheeze: Oh...frick man! Oh...you sick bastard!Voice 2: Beautiful! It was beautiful execution. I ripped one in the elevator with my rook. I told him inhale it and love it! Wheeze: Ahhhh! (wheeeze) and then this gal gets in on the second floor and she looks around and you can just see...Voice 2: Yeah, it was beautiful timing! I rolled my eyes at her and looked at my rook. She looks at him and he is just staring straight ahead, man. He is dy-ing! Wheeze: Oh yeah, the best 'vator sting yet. You sick bast!Voice 3: You think that's great? I'll tell you what. My girlfriend loves to crack one off! Ha! Can you believe it? She thinks it's funny! Ain't no other, man. Read more:True Love
Recycled 2007-08-26 22:24:00 I'm at the beach today. It's humid and crowded, but still relaxing. I close my eyes and listen to the waves breaking. Inside my day dreaming, I hear an odd rustling sound and then, "Oh gross" from a girl to my right.There are three teen girlfriends sunning together. They are white, two blond and one red head. All three are thin and clad in string bikinis. One reads, "Us" magazine, the other lays on her stomach and the third, who spoke, is sitting up looking to the left.I look where she's looking. There is a Hispanic lady foraging through a trash can on the sand. She is wearing sweatpants, a dark blue long-sleeved shirt and flip flops. A faded red cap covers her head and a long black braid hangs down her back. Her face is tanned and creased like leather. She drags two white garbage bags stuffed with cans alongside her:Blond 1: How nasty! That's disgusting. Digging through trash?Red: Oh I know! And what do they get, like 2 cents a can? Blond 1: So dumb. I mean, get a job!Blond 2: You Read more:Recycled
A Quarter Right 2007-08-23 15:00:00 I am in my doctor's waiting room early this morning. I take a seat and look around. No one is talking much. I do notice an older couple canoodling a bit in seats across from me, near the office door. They are black, perhaps mid-70s. The man is bald, wears a white linen shirt, white slacks and brown sunglasses. The woman has peppery short hair and wears a denim shirt with beach balls on it over red capris.The man rests his hand on her knee, gently moving his thumb back and forth on the fabric. Her arm is linked through his. I am caught staring. She looks over her red-rimmed glasses and smiles at me. It's a real one, not a tight, quick purse. I return the smile and look away, embarrassed. The nurse calls a name. This couple rises. The woman steps forward and the man, who has placed his hand on her shoulder, sweeps a white cane before his first step. As they reach the office door, the woman says, "Quarter right" loudly but not annoyed. He turns toward her just enough so both pass throug Read more:Right
So Many Beers, So Little Money 2007-08-21 03:15:00 I am at the end of the cheese aisle, fingering aged cheddars. I hear conspiratorial talk in the next aisle, the refrigerated alcohol section. The voices are young males. Bottles clink. I drop my cheddar and roll around the corner, busy myself going through my coupon envelop.The boys look newly 21. They are white, clean cut, dressed in jeans. One holds a jumbo bag of Tostitos tortilla chips, another a tub of guacamole and the third a big frozen pizza. With free hands, they browse the bottled beers:Pizza: We've gotta get Corona. It's the beer you're supposed to have with chips and guac.Chips: No way man. Corona's boring. And it's Mexican. We should get a German beer. Germans make the best beer. Pizza: How do you know? You're not German.Chips: Haven't you ever heard of Oktoberfest, you moron?Guac: Oh yeah man! We're getting this one. Look - its got a skull on it! Ha ha! Whoooo! Pizza: That's dumb. You don't buy a beer for the logo. Guac: Oh like you've bought so much beer.Pizza Read more:Money
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Vitamin Water 2007-08-17 23:44:00 I am buying pork buns in Famima Super Convenience Mart tonight. A young white couple walks down the aisle, holding hands. Both wear all black; the boy is tall and lanky with black hair, bangs hanging over his eyes and sideburns down past his ears. The girl is pale, lips blackened, heavy dark eyeliner, black hair with purple streaks and a small peace sign tattooed on her forehead. They approach the refrigerated beverages and each take a can of "Rockstar" energy drink. Girl: Ha, vitamin water. My mom wouldn't let me drink those. Boy: She's a stupid bitch. Frickin' nag. Don't matter what she thinks now, right? Take one. Take two.Girl: Geez, relax.Boy: What? Girl: No, I'm just saying. Boy: Relax? Why didn't you tell her to relax? Girl: Come on. She just said there's tons of sugar and - Boy: Whatever.Girl: Come on. Come on, baby.The girl extends her hand. The boy doesn't take it. Read more:Vitamin
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Snake Eyes 2007-08-14 22:17:00 I spent last weekend in Vegas, an eavesdropping mecca. While enjoying one of many craps games, this:A man walks up to the hook spot on my right. He is maybe 70, gray-haired, clean-shaven and smiling through jaws clenching a big cigar. He wears khaki shorts, a short sleeve button down that says, "Bullhead" on the pocket, athletic socks pulled half way up his calves and bright white tennis shoes. A gold medallion shaped like Texas hangs from his neck, in a tuft of gray chest hair. There is a girl on his left and a girl on his right. They are both exceptionally well-endowed. Not by mother nature, I'm fairly certain. Each hold a beer. Both are blond with very white teeth and glossed lips. One has bright pink nails and a most obvious nipple ring, the other a french manicure. The man lays down a stack of bills. The dealer counts out $5,000, pushes out a pile of black chips and a handful of purple:Dealer: How are you doing, Wade?Wade: Real fine, real fine!Pink: Ha ha ha!Wade: These are my ne Read more:Snake
$6.00 2007-08-09 01:17:00 This morning I eavesdropped on a moment that has stayed with me all day. It didn't even involve any words. I am at the Chevron station filling up my mid-sized SUV, watching the dollar amount go up, up, upwards of $50. A young woman exits the gas station's convenience mart. She is white, thin, with straight light brown hair in a pony tail. She wears a faded blue t-shirt with a rainbow decal, jean shorts and black flip flops that look too big. She looks straight ahead, very focused. She puts the nozzle in the car behind me, a burgundy Ford AstroVan with lots of battle scars and no hub caps. While the pump dispenses, she retrieves a big bag of trash from inside the car and empties it into the station's receptacle. Click. The nozzle taps off. She struggles with removing it for a minute and wipes her cheek. She is crying. She removes what seems like 50 paper towels from the dispenser, puts them in the van, closes the door and sighs. She wipes tears from both cheeks and heads back to the
Hello? Goodbye. 2007-08-06 02:38:00 I am sitting close to an older lady at the pool today, maybe mid-50s, Caucasian. She is very tan, with an orange tint. In fact, she's head to toe hues of orange. Her hair is yellow-bronze-orange-red, curly and shoulder length. She wears red lipstick and nail polish on toes and fingers. She has a water bottle with a straw but I don't think it contains water. She wears a pink tankini with a belly chain. The whole look just cannot be denied. About an hour into my stay her cell rings, the ring tone is "Brick House". "Hello
?""Ah, yes. Hi Jerry.""Not a lot. Enjoying the sun. You?""Really? Hmmm. Well, that's exciting.""Hahaha. You're kidding. Isn't that a kick?""Pardon? Oh, no, no I really can't. I've got to be in early tomorrow.""No, really. I'm sorry. You call me next time, alright Jer?""Okay now, well I've got to take a dip. It's hot today. Bye bye now."The cell clicks shut. She sighs, rubs her face, shakes her hair out. "I've got to change my number", she says to no one in part Read more:Goodbye
Wanderer 2007-08-05 04:15:00 I have a couple in my imagination inspired by Glen Campbell's song "Gentle on my Mind". I try to tell the woman to move on and she simply smiles at me. Drifters can be such alluring characters.It's knowin' that your door is always openAnd your path is free to walkThat makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bagRolled up and stashed behind your couchAnd it's knowin' I'm not shackledBy forgotten words and bondsAnd the ink stains that have dried upon some lineThat keeps you in the back roadsBy the rivers of my memoryThat keeps you ever gentle on my mindWatch music video
Body Spray 2007-08-02 02:10:00 Two male officers are talking just outside my office, near the Xerox. I can't see them and I don't recognize their voices. One voice is deeper than average and peppers speech with 'you know what I'm sayin?". The other has some nervous laughter and sounds like he might surf on the weekends:Deep: Hey, I got some of that Axe shit and my lady is loving it. It's almost like their commercials, man! Surf: What's that? Axe?Deep: You serious? Axe, the body spray. Bow chica wow wow, you know what I'm sayin?Surf: Are you kidding me, dude? You use body spray? Like a chick?Deep: Hell no. This is a man's body spray. Like I said, my girl sniffs IT UP! She loves it, man. You should try it. Surf: Uhuh. No way. If I start wearing body spray my girlfriend's gonna think I'm going out on her. All I need is for her to start calling here when I'm working O.T. That would seriously cramp my game. Deep: Hmm. Read more:Spray
Too Fabulous 2007-07-28 02:59:00 Okay, I admit it. I went to see Lindsay Lohan's new movie tonight, "I Know Who Killed Me". I'll spare my commentary and get down to what I heard. Two older teen girls sit down in front of us. Both are blond, long-haired and tight-jeaned. One is wearing big sunglasses in the theater. Both have big leather bags and one wears a black "Bebe" rhinestoned tank top of sorts. Blond 1: This is gonna be so cool. I just know she's gonna be so good in it.Blond 2: Oh I know. I'm so sick of all the bullshit they're saying about her in the news. So she has some drinks, who cares? She's frickin 21 years old. Ass bags! (?). B1: (Laughs) Exactly! Everyone's just yanking her because she's too fabulous. She's so hot and such a good actress. They're just jealous.B2: Yeah. It's not like she's a criminal or anything. Good thing "Entertainment Tonight's" not watching my every move! Can you imagine? "More under aged drinking tonight at the Wilson home. Mrs. Wilson arrested for buying the booze!" S
Schmoozed! 2007-07-28 01:54:00 I am so very pleased to announce my very first blogging award, "The Power of Schmooze", bestowed upon me by Lisa of LifePrints, a very inspiring and positive blog. If you'd like to be uplifted by some well-written posts and interact with a friendly blogger, visit Lisa's site! The "Schmooze" badge is a community involvement award given to bloggers who make an effort to get to know others in the blogosphere. I do enjoy meeting fellow bloggers!I now may select five other bloggers who schmooze well. I'm still quite new, but I have met some very nice folks who have already made me feel welcome with encouragement or good advice. I hope they won't mind my links here:Nakalas of Odlum Online, a fantastic web design blog. Nakalas was the first to join my neighborhood over at Blogcatalog and leave a great comment. He has already won the Schmooze award this week from another blogger, but I think he deserves double the schmooze since he contributes thoughtful insights to many. BNSullivan of Air
Midnight 2007-07-24 23:50:00 I've had a character in my mind born out of this Yaz song for about 20 years now. I hear such desperation and regret in these lyrics, send shivers down my spine. I should just bring her to life, already. And now it's midnightit’s raining outsideAnd I’m soaking wet, still looking for that man of mineAnd I ain’t found him yetWell all of this rain can wash away my tearsBut nothing can replace all of those wasted yearsIn all of this I tell you I have learntPlaying with fire gets you burntAnd I’m still burningListen to snippet
Pants Bandit 2007-07-23 01:41:00 I am visiting my parents at their senior living community in Orange County, California. It's a nice, gated complex with live security and lots of conveniences on site. It's also a treasure trove of ideas. There are characters around every corner.This is not an overheard conversation, but it's too tempting too ignore! I am gathering my Mom's clothes from the laundry room and a man walks in with a spring in his step. He is mid-60s, tan with wavy salt and pepper hair. He wears jean shorts, a green Hawaiian shirt and brown Van's without socks. He has hair on his arms but none on his legs. He smiles at me:Smooth Legs: Ah, helping out huh? Me: Yes, my parents don't want to cram machines into their utility closet. But it would be so much easier than this.Smooth: Yeah, well, I agree with them. Why buy machines when you've got 10 right here? This works out fine. (As he opens a dryer...) Well son of a bitch! Son of a BITCH! Me: What's the matter?Smooth: Someone stole my jeans! Son of a b Read more:Pants
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Dingleberry Shame 2007-07-22 08:57:00 I am at the pet store buying supplies for my roommates, my black cat and blue fish. There is a young woman at the grooming counter. She has her cat in a small pink plastic carrier. She waits for the attendant to finish a phone call. When she does, the girl speaks in a hushed tone and I strain to hear.Groomer: Hi, can I help you?Hush: Uh, yeah. Well, my cat, she needs a grooming.Groomer: Okay. Let's see. Is she long-haired? What do you want done?Hush: Well, she needs some stuff cleaned off. And she won't let me do it.Groomer: What do you mean? What stuff?Hush: Ahhh! This is embarrassing. They're, you know, by her butt. Dingleberries. You know?Groomer: Berries? No - Hush: No! Not like real berries. You know, dingleberries. POOP. Stuck there in the hair.Groomer: Oh! Okay! I've never heard of that name. Okay. No problem. Let's have a look.The cat owner is simply flushed red with embarrassment. I have to laugh and I do. I tell her I battle with dingleberries, too. I wonder how long she
Surprise 2007-07-21 01:35:00 I am at the pool today, with my giant sunglasses and "Who's your daddy?" visor. That can be a conversation starter, which I was up for today. But no one wanted to talk to me. I put my ear buds in and turn up the iPod. About an hour later, I turn it off.Two girls claim chairs one down from mine. They are early 20s, white, talking loudly. A little buzzed, both hold cans of the Silver Bullet. One is very toned, tanned and quite striking with impressive boobs. She wears an emerald green string bikini, a belly ring with dangly charms and red fingernails. The other is heavier, paler, with burgundy and black hair in a short ponytail. She wears board shorts, a tank top and sports half sleeve tattoos on both arms. A Bettie Page portrait smiles on her shoulder:Beauty: I am so glad we came out here. I just need to relax.Bettie: Exactly. You're too stressed. You need to unpucker your asshole (wild laughter)!Beauty: I might take Monday off, too. I told Mitchell I'm run down. Bettie: That's good Read more:Surprise
Handsome Kevin 2007-07-19 01:52:00 Another song that conjures characters for me, David & David's "Welcome to the Boomtown":Handsome Kevin
got a little off trackTook a year off of collegeAnd he never went backNow he smokes too muchHe's got a permanent hackDeals dope out of Denny'sKeeps a table in the backHe always listens to the groundAlways listens to the groundWatch music video
Sex With Socks 2007-07-16 01:09:00 I'm one of those irritating people that sits a bit too close to you at the beach. I only do this to someone with great eavesdropping potential. Today, I sat close to two women with two young girls, one wearing a bikini with bright orange polkadots and a giant straw hat twice the size of her head. She does a runway walk up and down the length of her towel, hand on hip, waving. I just have to hear what she has to say.The girls are maybe five, white and both brunette. The other wears a "Dora" one piece and sits mesmerized by her friend's performance. The wind blows the model's straw hat off and at once the show is over. The two conspire together and then pick up what look like Bratz type dolls and settle into the sand to my left. I bury my head in my OK! magazine. After some gibber jabber: Polkadot: Mine is having a baby and her name is gonna be Madison.Dora: So is mine and she's having two babies and ... (Polkadot interrupts)Polkadot: No she can't because she hasn't made one yet.Do Read more:Socks
Take a Deep Breath: The Hookah Boys 2007-07-12 23:19:00 I go to a hookah lounge around the corner sometimes. It's so easy to fade into relaxation and peel back stress on the hookah. It's also one of the absolute best people-watching places. Two male friends and I went directly after work. As we took drags of our mint flavored tobacco, two very young men walked in...They are quite apprehensive, looking back and forth at each other and the dimly lit lounge. They're early 20s, clean-shaven and white. One is lanky and looks down more than the other, who is a bit round. He leans forward and runs his palms up and down his jeaned thighs. This is clearly the round one's idea. Thankfully, they sit in the alcove next to ours:Lanky: Dude this is weird.Round: I know but it's cool!Lanky: What's cool about it?Round: It's dark and it's all smelled up in here like fruit - like peach, like smokey peach! It's freakaaaay. It's cool!Lanky: I'm staying a half hour and then I'm getting on (inaudible...name of a website?)Round: Don't be a donk. Don' Read more:Breath
Magic Mirror 2007-07-10 23:06:00 I'm in a dressing room when two young female voices enter. They chatter back and forth, excited. Hangers clank on metal rods. Girlish laughter. The two crowd into one stall next to me. Zippers unzip, shoes are flung off. A cell phone rings, playing "Party Like a Rockstar" by Shop Boyz. The call's ignored. Girl 1: I totally need jeans. So bad.Girl 2: Me too, but I'm only getting shorts today. And my gloss. Girl 1: Oh my god that makes me think of that song, 'my lip gloss is poppin', my lip gloss is cool!'Girl 2: My lip gloss is gonna make me pop! Make Ryan pop! Girl 1: This is soooo cute, but I don't wanna get any tube tops until I get my boobs. I cannot wait until the 28th! Girl 2: I know. You are so lucky. Your parents are so cool. You're gonna look so hot for senior year!I have to see these girls. I am long finished but wait in my stall until I hear their curtain slide open. They look just like I did at 17. Read more:Magic
Puppet Masters 2007-09-26 01:09:00 Today I'm browsing in the designer bag area of Bloomingdale's in Orange County, just looking. The sales lady hardly takes me seriously; she seems to see right through to my practicality. She doesn't ask me if I need help, nothing. Two young 20's come near. Both girls are blond, one with long straight hair and the other with a short bob. Both wear mini skirts and t-shirts. One girl's top says, "Don't hate on me" with a princess crown graphic. The other carries a giant Louis Vuitton bag. Gold bangle bracelets clink with every move. "May I help you ladies?" the sales person says:Bangles: Yeah. Let me see this one, please.Lady: Oh, that's a lovely bag. You've got great taste!Bob: Oooooh! I love it, Stacia! Do you love it?Bangles: It's alright. Yeah, I like it.Lady: It's very stylish, honey. Very classy.Bangles: Yeah, it's cute. Okay, thanks. We'll be back later. The girls go towards the wallets and I follow:Bob: You didn't like it? You're not getting it?Bangles: Nope. I'm go Read more:Masters
Loser 2007-09-22 15:42:00 I made a day trip to a local Indian casino yesterday and once there, remembered why we don't do it more often. It's extremely crowded; navigating slot machine aisles proves difficult without constantly bumping into others searching for empty machines. Eager players stand behind those already seated, waiting for their credits to disappear. Finally, I find a machine and plop on the stool, still warm from the last person's rear end. I begin playing and glance at my neighbors. A petite Asian lady plays to my left, repeatedly moving her hand across the screen with every spin. A big white guy plays to my right. He is about 25, with a shaved head covered with small beads of perspiration. A girl stands by his side, biting her fingernail. He bangs his fist on the spin button again and again. Suddenly, he stands to go. As he does, a short older Asian lady inserts her player's card into his machine before he cleared the chair:Man: Hey! You fuckin' bitch! You greedy bitch! Wait!(He snatches h Read more:Loser
Queen of Hearts 2007-10-02 00:58:00 I am in the emergency room with a family member today. It's warm and the air is a bit foul. People of all varieties pack the waiting area. Some look miserable, others worried, a few bored. The automatic doors whoosh open and closed again and again. A health care worker cups her hands and calls names above the din, there's no microphone. My relative is called. We go through vital signs and more questions in a tiny room. Then we are ushered further to an area with gurneys separated by blue curtains. The nurse settles us in and we wait for the doctor. After more questions, some pokes, prods and measures, another patient arrives on the other side of our curtain. Besides the nurse, there are two voices, an older woman's and a man's cracked with age and frequent, raspy coughs. I would never disclose someone's private medical conversation, but I'll share with you tender talk that I hope I will speak myself someday, or more dearly, hear from my own husband:Nurse: Okay folks, let's see w Read more:Queen
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Last Supper 2007-10-13 01:44:00 I'm at a favorite neighborhood coffee shop for a quick dinner. The servers are very friendly and always stand at the ready with endless refills of beverages, condiments, dessert samples and extra napkins. A lot of regulars dine here, myself included. An older man and I face each other, with an empty booth in between. He is white, wears a cap with an American flag patch and unzips a sensible blue windbreaker as he settles in to his seat. He unfolds a newspaper and looks around, acknowledges several servers with a wave and a smile. Within minutes, a young brunette comes over and gives him a hug: Waitress: How are you today? Man: I'm alright, honey. How 'bout you? How's school going?Waitress: Oh, it's going. It's hard. I have two chem classes.Man: Well you stick with it, honey. You're a smart cookie and you'll do fine.(Two more waitresses come over, along with a young man)After more greetings: Man: Well, it looks like this is gonna be it. I'm leaving Sunday for my daughter's.Wa Read more:Supper
Indulge Me 2007-10-12 05:24:00 Hello everybody, I am kind of excited to have an interview posted on "Blog Interviewer". I got an email from the blog owner weeks ago with interview questions to answer about my blog. I filled it out and sent it off. Thought it was lost in cyber space but today, Eavesdrop Writer's on the site for all the world to see. The site's purpose is exposure and interactive voting by viewers. You can read my interview and give my blog a thumbs up if you like here . It was fun to participate. It's always neat to see your blog on someone else's blog. I will say beware the ads, though. The Blog Interviewer site has exploded with ads lately and it almost hard to see the posts anymore. There are some cool blogs posted on the site, though. You might find browsing worthwhile.
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