Finally, a bit of winter has arrived in Southern California, hurried cars, auto wars, frustrated drivers forgetting the trickery, the slickery of roads, all going home at the same time, the same pace, the same rat race, fighting the sleep in a heap of wet smog, dodging a Beemer who wants to be first, is the worst, all getting there in due time, eventually, but with this rhyme we are all the same, as we drive home together in the rain.
Small Stone - Jan 31 The fog rolls in, gently
over parched hills, fading the green from the pines, changing browns into
grays, turning the familiar scenery into an unknown land, yet adventurous,
wanting nothing but the freedom to roam and play out its part, in the
uncertainty and inevitable ways of the forest.
It still hasn't rained in this area yet. A few sprinkles last weekend that evaporated so fast they couldn't be measured. These past few days the sky has filled with plenty of clouds that look promising but seemingly scatter and dissolve into the sunset, adding one more day without rain.
I went to see an elderly friend in the hospital today. She was in a deep medicated sleep, breathing heavy, eyes silent and unaware, hands and arms bruised from all the care she was given in the ICU; remnants of a survivor of a massive heart attack. I wondered if she knew I was there? I couldn't wake her, no one could wake her. Just held her hand and told her that I loved her and wished her well so we could play cards again...her favourite thing. She didn't stir until I got up to leave. Again, I held her hand, told her I loved her and would come visit in a few days. With eyes still closed, she gave back the faintest, most lovely smile.
pulling at the sun
pulling at my heart
Today, yes even on Sunday, I got a phone call from an
obviously scumbag Telemarketer who asked for my stepfather by his full formal
name.He said he talked to my stepdad a
few months ago about remodeling the kitchen and was following up to see if he
was going to honour the contract by putting a deposit down.I listened to his spiel about how easy it
would be over the phone to use a credit card, and waited until he stopped
talking and then said, "I don't know about the arrangements you’ve made
with my dad but I can try to forward the message to him if you would like and
he can take care of it?The silly
Telemarketer said, “I would appreciate that, Miss.So I said, “It might take a while to get a
hold of him though because he died eight years ago and I don’t exactly know
where he’s at."