I’ve had the same server for over six years
except for today. I couldn’t help notice
that Fong sneezed a lot. (Not good for me
and my not so immune system.) I noticed
that I was the third customer of the day.
Not surprised. I walked in soon after they
opened. It was getting busier as I left.
Sherlock Holmes will have to wait for me.
As I turned off my Kindle, I figured I gave
Amazon, the CIA, the FSB, and God knows
who else my lunch location. Happy Valley
to the 17; 17 to the 101. Doing about 75
in the left lane. Lots of traffic. I was passed
by cars all the way to my exit. A big tractor
trailer with big balloon tires pulling a flat
bed swerved into my lane. No signal.
Texting no doubt. Auto-reflex—I swerved
into the HOA lane. Then safely moved
right and went on to my exit. I was too
early for my appointment. Starbucks. Tall
hazelnut latte hot. College kids all around
me on Macs. How can they afford them?
Students always get great discounts on
laptops and software. These companies
want them on board as soon as possible. The
laptop in front of me has an Arizona State
sticker on the cover. From my left, “Excuse
me. Will you watch my stuff?” “Sure. No
problem.” She returned to her Mac and
school books. EMDR up next for me. O did
I need that coffee! My phone started to
play “I Love to Love.” I answered it. Dumb
recorded marketing call. I hung up on the
word “resort.” Two sips left. Then I drove
a few blocks down to my appointment. I
did EMDR today. Working through over a
half century of abuse is, well, hard work.
See, I told you I shouldn’t have told you
ahead. I went to the store on the way
home; not what I planned. I’m in too
much pain to walk Thunderbird today.
They had two out of the four items I
needed. If it isn’t a hot seller, they don’t
stock it anymore. No O-rings. Only two
kinds of plumber’s grease. Not what I
was looking for. Then, on to take in
some dry cleaning. I live in T-shirts
here in Arizona and wear a few shirts
here and there. Suits and ties are
dinosaurs in my wardrobe. They’re just
hanging around. My health can only
improve. Another Memorial Day has
past; I’ve got to stop looking back.
Watching “Patton” didn’t help much.
I miss being in the Army. Very true. And
replacing it has become my lifelong
personal quest. For tonight, a mystery-
slash-comedy, so she can nap before
bed. Well, this post got too long. I think
I’ll split it in two, so you don’t doze off.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)