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Saturday, August 02, 2008
Free dictionary
Free Dictionary online - probably the biggest open dictionary: http://gonaomi.com/ FREE download for local use. 900 thousand words.
Some Sketches – Based on Real Life Conversations
August, 2008-
Yep. I saw it. He pulled into the handicapped spot, jumped out, and ran to the front door of the gym. There was no handicapped card on his dash, clipped to the mirror, or anywhere in site in his car. He parked in the handicapped spot so he wouldn’t have to walk from the only open space about hundred feet from the front door. I was curious, so I went in, pretending to be a visitor, and I saw him on a treadmill in the front row. He had taken off his sweatshirt, and I could see his muscle-t and the big, Adidas logo. He was in his thirties or early forties. In for a fast workout. ##
He was in London with his wife, Edith. He bet her a dinner over a trivial fact in the morning Times, and the looser was to make dinner for them that night. Edith lost the bet. They went to Harrod’s to shop for the ingredients. Bob wanted something special. Haggis is made with the sheep's 'pluck' (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally boiled in the animal's stomach. Harrod’s was fresh out of haggis, including the frozen. They ended up with a couple of tins of haggis, got some other ingredients, and headed for the hotel room. They opened the tins, and Edith cooked the meal in the suite’s microwave. Bob chuckled to himself, knowing what haggis was. Edith, not knowing anything about Bob’s Scotch heritage or diet, didn’t find out what she was preparing or eating, until they finished their meal.
Edith threw Bob’s suitcase out the back window into the lane behind the hotel, and told him not to come back until she felt that he was really sorry for what he had done. She was a sore looser. ##
I had just finished reading Ann Lamott’s book, and some of her anecdotes were fresh in my mind. I got into a conversation with my friend Jessica, that morning, and we talked about our childhood. I told her that mine was terrific, unlike my school chum, Conrad, whose parents abandoned him after they drove a stake through his ankle and left him on the steep, clay bank above the old Mobile station. ##
We were talking books this morning. Alice said that the book that is most shop-lifted is the Bible. I added that the book that is most discussed and the most un-read was also the Bible. ##
Yep. I saw it. He pulled into the handicapped spot, jumped out, and ran to the front door of the gym. There was no handicapped card on his dash, clipped to the mirror, or anywhere in site in his car. He parked in the handicapped spot so he wouldn’t have to walk from the only open space about hundred feet from the front door. I was curious, so I went in, pretending to be a visitor, and I saw him on a treadmill in the front row. He had taken off his sweatshirt, and I could see his muscle-t and the big, Adidas logo. He was in his thirties or early forties. In for a fast workout. ##
He was in London with his wife, Edith. He bet her a dinner over a trivial fact in the morning Times, and the looser was to make dinner for them that night. Edith lost the bet. They went to Harrod’s to shop for the ingredients. Bob wanted something special. Haggis is made with the sheep's 'pluck' (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally boiled in the animal's stomach. Harrod’s was fresh out of haggis, including the frozen. They ended up with a couple of tins of haggis, got some other ingredients, and headed for the hotel room. They opened the tins, and Edith cooked the meal in the suite’s microwave. Bob chuckled to himself, knowing what haggis was. Edith, not knowing anything about Bob’s Scotch heritage or diet, didn’t find out what she was preparing or eating, until they finished their meal.
Edith threw Bob’s suitcase out the back window into the lane behind the hotel, and told him not to come back until she felt that he was really sorry for what he had done. She was a sore looser. ##
I had just finished reading Ann Lamott’s book, and some of her anecdotes were fresh in my mind. I got into a conversation with my friend Jessica, that morning, and we talked about our childhood. I told her that mine was terrific, unlike my school chum, Conrad, whose parents abandoned him after they drove a stake through his ankle and left him on the steep, clay bank above the old Mobile station. ##
We were talking books this morning. Alice said that the book that is most shop-lifted is the Bible. I added that the book that is most discussed and the most un-read was also the Bible. ##
Monday, February 25, 2008
Head Man
They scrubbed the heavy, white tiles on the counters and
the acre of white, linoleum floor.
They wiped down the long, steel tables with strong-smelling chemicals, and polished them until the hard, overhead lights glared back at them.
They made ready for the boys and girls that would soon lie still and stiff in the room.
Far away, the head man took his hands from his hips,
hooked his thumbs in his belt
and pulled his pants up tight.
Moving his head slowly,
looking over his shoulder at his face in the antique mirror – which reflected the faces of other presidents - he chuckled, adjusted a few strands of hair on his forehead, the neat knot of his bright red tie, and reflected on the brief call
that sent the effusive , gray bombers off to do their duty.
the acre of white, linoleum floor.
They wiped down the long, steel tables with strong-smelling chemicals, and polished them until the hard, overhead lights glared back at them.
They made ready for the boys and girls that would soon lie still and stiff in the room.
Far away, the head man took his hands from his hips,
hooked his thumbs in his belt
and pulled his pants up tight.
Moving his head slowly,
looking over his shoulder at his face in the antique mirror – which reflected the faces of other presidents - he chuckled, adjusted a few strands of hair on his forehead, the neat knot of his bright red tie, and reflected on the brief call
that sent the effusive , gray bombers off to do their duty.
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