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Odds and Ends No. 60

Maybe it was the coffee, but my first hour
of waiting went by very slowly. When I
walked in, I saw the donuts sitting there.

The smaller waiting area was full. It had
the big screen TV. I wasn’t interested in
the donuts or the TV. The other waiting

area was in the center of a showroom.
The children’s playroom was nearby and
certainly within earshot. TV noise or

kids? I put my case down on a chair and
decided to get my second cup of coffee
for the day. They had a Starbucks machine

with two choices of ground beans for one
size styrofoam cup. I added creamer and
a little sugar and returned to my seat.

Two little ones came flying by. Toys in
hand and a bunch of dominos crashing
to the hard linoleum floor. Could I have

been wrong? I thought this being a long
wait would be a good time to start a new
old book. New, because I hadn’t read it

yet; old, because it has been on my shelf
for about seventeen years or so waiting
for this moment. About “codebreaking and

American diplomacy, 1930-1945.” But the
sounds of kids running, playing, and being
chased by their grandmother was getting

to me. My patience is stellar. (Well, in the
vacuum I live in day-to-day. No people. No
calls. No reason to be impatient.) This was

different. I love kids and smile warmly
when I see them in commercials or news
clips. One of the service reps came out

and told the mother that it would take
another hour. I could hear the groans.
Not from the kids; from the adults

hoping their car was ready. I already ate
the glazed donut I said I wasn’t going to eat.
The music coming out of the speakers in

the showroom was static as far as I was
concerned. I couldn’t hear or understand
a word. As I read about the state of our

cryptology efforts in 1919, I heard Karen
Carpenter singing “Close to You.” The
grandmother’s phone was bigger than

his hand but he took it anyway and sat
in a chair close to me. He started to grunt
every four seconds. Loud grunts. How on

earth did I do that? How did I raise two kids?
The little girl ran by, mashed my foot, looked
up and said, “scuseme” with big eyes, cute as

can be. I thought to myself, “Well at least
she is a polite little terror.” Static music was
interrupted by an announcement asking me

to report to the service desk. The woman to
my right looked up from her book and gave
me an “aren’t you lucky” look and smile. As I

made my way to my car, I said a silent prayer
of thanks for every parent in the universe and
for their kids. For peace, quiet, and for coffee.

And for the gallant grandparents who do more
than their fair share. I drove home and put a
kettle on as I wasn’t sure if I wanted coffee or

tea with my sandwich. I put three teaspoons of
Medaglia D’Oro espresso instant in my mug and
happily returned to my vacuum zone for the day.

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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.)

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