Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
god, hair, leadership, sympathy, and butter
“OMG! Your hair, what happened to it?”
He rubbed his gleaming cranium and said, “I decided to take it all off for the summer. You like?”
“No. I don’t like. You look like a buttered bean. What did you do, polish it?”
“Most women think bald-headed men are sexy and, and I thought it would go over well at work.” Now he was looking for sympathy.
Obviously he hadn’t heard the women in Human Resources referring to him as if he were a god incarnate, but if truth be told, their admiration was based on how he managed to maintain that wavy head of brown hair at sixty-four. It certainly was not based on his knobby nose, and you know what they say about noses…No, it was definitely his do, which she thought, at this moment, definitely did not.
Her first thought, he being next in line for the supervisor’s job, was how to retract the bean remark. She always spoke before thinking, but she was good at diplomacy and felt maybe now she herself had a better chance at the position.
He rubbed his gleaming cranium and said, “I decided to take it all off for the summer. You like?”
“No. I don’t like. You look like a buttered bean. What did you do, polish it?”
“Most women think bald-headed men are sexy and, and I thought it would go over well at work.” Now he was looking for sympathy.
Obviously he hadn’t heard the women in Human Resources referring to him as if he were a god incarnate, but if truth be told, their admiration was based on how he managed to maintain that wavy head of brown hair at sixty-four. It certainly was not based on his knobby nose, and you know what they say about noses…No, it was definitely his do, which she thought, at this moment, definitely did not.
Her first thought, he being next in line for the supervisor’s job, was how to retract the bean remark. She always spoke before thinking, but she was good at diplomacy and felt maybe now she herself had a better chance at the position.
Monday, July 30, 2012
action, husband, warn, row, and toe
He was doing it again, using his tongue for what he called his Scandinavian Move. How to warn him that were he to continue she would be turned off so much she would rather stop and turn on the TV?
Her husband, after his five-week sex therapy-cum-education course, had brought home new moves and actions guaranteed to revive their dormant sex life; as if that were all it took.
He had dutifully learned the Soft Toe Pull, the Venice Row, and this Norwegian thing with his overactive tongue. If she had wanted her nipples massaged to the point of rawness, she could get Mauro to do that, and the dog had more personality than Edgar did, anyway.
That was the one thing her husband could never learn at sex school—how to engage a partner through a winning personality.
“Are you finished yet?” she asked, and found that did the trick. He glanced up from his current activity with the crestfallen look that put the blame where it always seemed to fall these days.
She tried to remember where they had left the remote, but only took note of eager Mauro chewing on his toy.
Her husband, after his five-week sex therapy-cum-education course, had brought home new moves and actions guaranteed to revive their dormant sex life; as if that were all it took.
He had dutifully learned the Soft Toe Pull, the Venice Row, and this Norwegian thing with his overactive tongue. If she had wanted her nipples massaged to the point of rawness, she could get Mauro to do that, and the dog had more personality than Edgar did, anyway.
That was the one thing her husband could never learn at sex school—how to engage a partner through a winning personality.
“Are you finished yet?” she asked, and found that did the trick. He glanced up from his current activity with the crestfallen look that put the blame where it always seemed to fall these days.
She tried to remember where they had left the remote, but only took note of eager Mauro chewing on his toy.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
reason, compare, nice, permanent, and companion
-- There is no reason to compare this moment with anything we’ve done before, unless like your mother, you’re so tradition bound you can’t let the good times go.
-- So you admit those were good and these are…
-- I’m not admitting anything. I’m asking you.
-- Why can’t you be nice?
-- Like…?
-- Like what?
-- Like your dad for one.
-- My dad was my mother’s companion and not like a father to me. I can’t see there’s anything I might have inherited from him which would put me in good standing, nor do I feel living in the past is, as you say…
-- There you go again. You’re on a permanent roll, aren’t you? I’m going to take a nap. I’ll see you later.
-- So you admit those were good and these are…
-- I’m not admitting anything. I’m asking you.
-- Why can’t you be nice?
-- Like…?
-- Like what?
-- Like your dad for one.
-- My dad was my mother’s companion and not like a father to me. I can’t see there’s anything I might have inherited from him which would put me in good standing, nor do I feel living in the past is, as you say…
-- There you go again. You’re on a permanent roll, aren’t you? I’m going to take a nap. I’ll see you later.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
HoW 03
HoW 3: Spirit Lake 2012
We did go swimming one afternoon, but I couldn’t keep up with the others, and so hung off the back of the boat just paddling my legs in the water. Most of the time we spent chatting on the porch.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
jagged, patiently, laughed, tense, and mostly
She laughed and laughed when they told her she would have to slow down. “Are you fucking kidding me? Life’s too short, brother, to wait patiently for something out of the ordinary to come along. I make my own excitement.”
I was feeling just a little tense. Why she always had to come off like a dockworker on payday was beyond me. She had everything she needed already without putting her release in jeopardy by walking the jagged filament.
“And what is it mostly that would float your boat?” I asked, all innocence. If she could just get this out of her system in a talk-it-out way perhaps she wouldn’t need the sedation. But really, the thing I couldn’t understand was why she had signed herself in. None of us could help her now.
When the nurse came to strap her down and dose her, my own tenseness was lessened a little. Perhaps she had done all of us, those who loved her, a favor, by ultimately making the right choices.
I still believe that at one point she knew how much we loved her.
I was feeling just a little tense. Why she always had to come off like a dockworker on payday was beyond me. She had everything she needed already without putting her release in jeopardy by walking the jagged filament.
“And what is it mostly that would float your boat?” I asked, all innocence. If she could just get this out of her system in a talk-it-out way perhaps she wouldn’t need the sedation. But really, the thing I couldn’t understand was why she had signed herself in. None of us could help her now.
When the nurse came to strap her down and dose her, my own tenseness was lessened a little. Perhaps she had done all of us, those who loved her, a favor, by ultimately making the right choices.
I still believe that at one point she knew how much we loved her.
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