She wore simple black mary janes. 3 1/2 inch heel. Her legs were bare beneath her skirt despite the quite cool weather.
The meeting room was warm... and i was warmer because of her presence.
the way her foot moved, her ankle turned...
and tracing the line up her legs... admiring her skirt... the white oxford beneath a red sweater... her deep, dark eyes...
i'm sure she caught me once or twice... maybe i caught her, too
always, always... it was back to the mary janes...
the just right shoe for today
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Lincoln County, KY
That's where I'm going to live.
I visited there in high school a couple times and was taken in by the school -- by the community, by the welcoming people and warm environment.
they play their football games in "death valley"
it was a long, quiet drive from our suburban school to this rural one. but it was well worth it.
at 16, i knew i would teach English and coach a debate team there. Of course, i haven't been back in 16 years ... wait, 17. but they recently hired a new school superintendent... and had i known it was open, it quite possibly would have been me.
i still harbor fond memories of a place i visited twice. Where distractions like a mall and Starbucks are far, far away.
I visited there in high school a couple times and was taken in by the school -- by the community, by the welcoming people and warm environment.
they play their football games in "death valley"
it was a long, quiet drive from our suburban school to this rural one. but it was well worth it.
at 16, i knew i would teach English and coach a debate team there. Of course, i haven't been back in 16 years ... wait, 17. but they recently hired a new school superintendent... and had i known it was open, it quite possibly would have been me.
i still harbor fond memories of a place i visited twice. Where distractions like a mall and Starbucks are far, far away.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
My M&Ms
are ready to eat
take them out of the bag and just put them in your mouth, you say?
no way!
all the red, brown, and yellow ones are on the left.
all the green, blue, and orange are on the right.
I take from each pile evenly... one or two at a time.
sometimes, i do green and orange and yellow and blue and then just eat the rest
sometimes, i make designs
today, it's just 3 colors to each side, and eating even.
it's a system
it works
it's chocolate
take them out of the bag and just put them in your mouth, you say?
no way!
all the red, brown, and yellow ones are on the left.
all the green, blue, and orange are on the right.
I take from each pile evenly... one or two at a time.
sometimes, i do green and orange and yellow and blue and then just eat the rest
sometimes, i make designs
today, it's just 3 colors to each side, and eating even.
it's a system
it works
it's chocolate
Monday, June 30, 2008
Fruit Salad
I'm at the water company paying my bill and this is what i hear:
"well, what are you going to bring for his going away party?"
"i hear he likes fruit salad, the kind with marshmallows."
"i've got a recipe for that kind, you know, with marshmallows. it's the kind with creamy sauce."
OK, so i immediately think: who the fuck needs a recipe for fruit salad?
What if "he" doesn't like creamy sauce?
here's my recipe for fruit salad: put some damn fruit in a bowl ... apples, pineapples, orange slices, bananas, some orange juice, grapes, maybe a few walnuts... and then throw in some marshmallows. if you don't want marshmallows, don't put them in.
my aunt used to make a "creamy" fruit salad that had raisins, nuts, and celery in it.. i guess you could put marshmallows in that, too...
my whole fucking point: who needs a damn recipe to make a fruit salad? fruit, a bowl, marshmallows ... that's it.
"well, what are you going to bring for his going away party?"
"i hear he likes fruit salad, the kind with marshmallows."
"i've got a recipe for that kind, you know, with marshmallows. it's the kind with creamy sauce."
OK, so i immediately think: who the fuck needs a recipe for fruit salad?
What if "he" doesn't like creamy sauce?
here's my recipe for fruit salad: put some damn fruit in a bowl ... apples, pineapples, orange slices, bananas, some orange juice, grapes, maybe a few walnuts... and then throw in some marshmallows. if you don't want marshmallows, don't put them in.
my aunt used to make a "creamy" fruit salad that had raisins, nuts, and celery in it.. i guess you could put marshmallows in that, too...
my whole fucking point: who needs a damn recipe to make a fruit salad? fruit, a bowl, marshmallows ... that's it.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
About Church
I'm driving to work today and the sign on a church reads: "When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears."
hmm.
I'm not comforted by this. In fact, it makes me a little worried.
First, what if i'm not righteous? Who decides? What happens when the slightly left of righteous cry? Can you be right of righteous? Is the Lord ignoring sinners?
Also, it's great that the Lord hears the righteous -- but what will He do about it?
so, if i need help, i might cry out to the Lord on the off-chance that I'm righteous and that therefore, He will hear me... even though there is no assurance that if my cries warrant a listen, I'll also get a response.
hmm.
I'm not comforted by this. In fact, it makes me a little worried.
First, what if i'm not righteous? Who decides? What happens when the slightly left of righteous cry? Can you be right of righteous? Is the Lord ignoring sinners?
Also, it's great that the Lord hears the righteous -- but what will He do about it?
so, if i need help, i might cry out to the Lord on the off-chance that I'm righteous and that therefore, He will hear me... even though there is no assurance that if my cries warrant a listen, I'll also get a response.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
AEH
she haunted my dreams...
every day, i'd go to the same lunch spot... i spied her there and saw her get the same sandwich in the same bag and then leave each day
the next week, i followed her ... she went home
on tuesday, i followed her again... home
on wednesday, i watched the window and saw that she was upstairs
i got out of my car and followed the trail of white cherry blossom body spray to the back door of her house
just inside, she had taken off her strappy summer sandals
i opened the door, picked them up... 5.5
put them down, closed the door, and back through a haze of hot summer and nervous energy
it was all a dream
but when i awoke, i felt i had learned a secret
every day, i'd go to the same lunch spot... i spied her there and saw her get the same sandwich in the same bag and then leave each day
the next week, i followed her ... she went home
on tuesday, i followed her again... home
on wednesday, i watched the window and saw that she was upstairs
i got out of my car and followed the trail of white cherry blossom body spray to the back door of her house
just inside, she had taken off her strappy summer sandals
i opened the door, picked them up... 5.5
put them down, closed the door, and back through a haze of hot summer and nervous energy
it was all a dream
but when i awoke, i felt i had learned a secret
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