Today Was A Good Year
On my army green shorts, worn after my post-work shower until changing into my pajamas (boxers, t-shirt), is a white piece of paper. It came from one of the numerous note pads or ex-calendar page piles that fill a kitchen drawer. Purple ink forms curves and lines, illustrating two english words.
"salmon sandwich"
Prior to exiting this raised ranch i call home, my mom grilled me up a salmon burger. It's salmon that's been pressed into a patty, much like a burger. Orange is its native hue, so i trust it enough. Its flavor, while certainly not what i'd expect from compressed fish, is interesting enough to consume without asking too many questions.
But i didn't eat it.
I only sampled one bite then headed out in Grace, my humble silver Civic. We headed north-west to see Tara, a fellow 2001 graduate of Rocky Hill High School. I hadn't seen her in "forever", as she put it. Starbucks became our meeting's medium. A venti Strawberries & Cream (mine) and a venti shaken iced tea lemonade (hers, though it is my staple Starbucks summer solace [how's that for illiteration, Heus?]) became our conversation's lubrication. It was good to see her, and plans are now being formulated for my viewing the second half of Rent (i fell asleep after the first half, watching it with Pam). She'll bring the movie, i'll provide the theatre.
Today was a good year.
A phrase borrowed from a Sparkling White Grape JELL-O commercial years ago. I adapted it into my vocabulary and every once in a while it's allowed air. Today was that once in a while.
I was late to work due to the necessity of printing out Chelsea's paper she wanted me to correct. Don't feel bad, Chels, it was completely my fault. I could've printed it out the night before. I didn't. So my dad left before me (usually Monday through Thursday we car-pool to save on gas and road space), leaving me alone-time in the car. I'm not one to complain about such things. I enjoyed it.
The day's pace was a stroll, leaving room for speculation, thought, ponderings and several laughs. The weather's warmed up after the last few days of cooler temperatures and precipitation. The shop doors were all open with a few windows in addition. A pleasant breeze walked through, stopping now and then to see who was working on what.
My car windows were open during break, giving room for the same breeze to stop in and ask a question or two. I wasn't sure how to reply. I corrected about half of Chelsea's paper, during which time thousands of those white fuzzy things from trees (that look similar to Dandelion seeds) were migrating north. Attempted furthering of their species, i suppose. Heather, when she was growing up, called them wishes. I now address them as the same. So--and here's a good visual--i had wishes floating through my car.
After work i snacked on all kinds of good things knowing i wouldn't eat dinner until later. Honey wheat pretzels dipped first into cream cheese and then into habanero-pineapple dip. Homemade cornbread. Ritz crackers. French bread with pesto. Mmmmm, snacks.
Then Starbucks and the aforementioned time spent with Tara.
Joe's house for a few glasses of Merlot, a cheez-it (WAY better than cheese nips) or two, and some more crackers. Some productive conversation over what needs to be accomplished in the near future (in regard to producing our comedic material).
A good ride-home (plus a few minutes in the driveway) conversation with Heuser as the cherry on the top of this sundae that i would gladly eat again. There's much more, especially little things, but my eyes have closed for over ten seconds several times during the typing of this entry. So i must go.
Oh, and now i get to leave my windows completely open all night. Normally i can leave them open a crack, but due to the wonderfully warm weather, i'm allowed an essay. See? See what happens to coherence when i fall asleep while typing? What i meant was that the previously cooler weather forced me to keep the windows open only enough. Tonight, however, the weather is at peace. Calm. The sound of travelers headed to who knows where on I-91 (a comfort sound for me). So tonight i can sleep outside (relatively). That's nice.
Today was a good year.
"salmon sandwich"
Prior to exiting this raised ranch i call home, my mom grilled me up a salmon burger. It's salmon that's been pressed into a patty, much like a burger. Orange is its native hue, so i trust it enough. Its flavor, while certainly not what i'd expect from compressed fish, is interesting enough to consume without asking too many questions.
But i didn't eat it.
I only sampled one bite then headed out in Grace, my humble silver Civic. We headed north-west to see Tara, a fellow 2001 graduate of Rocky Hill High School. I hadn't seen her in "forever", as she put it. Starbucks became our meeting's medium. A venti Strawberries & Cream (mine) and a venti shaken iced tea lemonade (hers, though it is my staple Starbucks summer solace [how's that for illiteration, Heus?]) became our conversation's lubrication. It was good to see her, and plans are now being formulated for my viewing the second half of Rent (i fell asleep after the first half, watching it with Pam). She'll bring the movie, i'll provide the theatre.
Today was a good year.
A phrase borrowed from a Sparkling White Grape JELL-O commercial years ago. I adapted it into my vocabulary and every once in a while it's allowed air. Today was that once in a while.
I was late to work due to the necessity of printing out Chelsea's paper she wanted me to correct. Don't feel bad, Chels, it was completely my fault. I could've printed it out the night before. I didn't. So my dad left before me (usually Monday through Thursday we car-pool to save on gas and road space), leaving me alone-time in the car. I'm not one to complain about such things. I enjoyed it.
The day's pace was a stroll, leaving room for speculation, thought, ponderings and several laughs. The weather's warmed up after the last few days of cooler temperatures and precipitation. The shop doors were all open with a few windows in addition. A pleasant breeze walked through, stopping now and then to see who was working on what.
My car windows were open during break, giving room for the same breeze to stop in and ask a question or two. I wasn't sure how to reply. I corrected about half of Chelsea's paper, during which time thousands of those white fuzzy things from trees (that look similar to Dandelion seeds) were migrating north. Attempted furthering of their species, i suppose. Heather, when she was growing up, called them wishes. I now address them as the same. So--and here's a good visual--i had wishes floating through my car.
After work i snacked on all kinds of good things knowing i wouldn't eat dinner until later. Honey wheat pretzels dipped first into cream cheese and then into habanero-pineapple dip. Homemade cornbread. Ritz crackers. French bread with pesto. Mmmmm, snacks.
Then Starbucks and the aforementioned time spent with Tara.
Joe's house for a few glasses of Merlot, a cheez-it (WAY better than cheese nips) or two, and some more crackers. Some productive conversation over what needs to be accomplished in the near future (in regard to producing our comedic material).
A good ride-home (plus a few minutes in the driveway) conversation with Heuser as the cherry on the top of this sundae that i would gladly eat again. There's much more, especially little things, but my eyes have closed for over ten seconds several times during the typing of this entry. So i must go.
Oh, and now i get to leave my windows completely open all night. Normally i can leave them open a crack, but due to the wonderfully warm weather, i'm allowed an essay. See? See what happens to coherence when i fall asleep while typing? What i meant was that the previously cooler weather forced me to keep the windows open only enough. Tonight, however, the weather is at peace. Calm. The sound of travelers headed to who knows where on I-91 (a comfort sound for me). So tonight i can sleep outside (relatively). That's nice.
Today was a good year.
posted by Still Daddy at 9:38 PM
1 Comments:
Today was a good year. Maybe that's why I was confused when you said that last night. I was too tired to get it. Sorry I was so *blah* on the phone. We ended up having leftover spaghetti and I fell asleep on the couch.
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