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Monday, September 29, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
elspeth, cairn,quora&grace
.......she was sitting outside, on the back steps to the conservatory, the man, Cairn, was placing Italian tiles,.. clay tiles that were study enough to last hundreds of years, just like the actual ones in Italy that had survived since before the time of ..Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni (6 March 1475– 18 February 1564),
...cairn's children .laughing, playing, were there, nearby...always wanting to be near their dad, watching, learning, from him. The old adage, ''do as I say, and not as do'', would not have worked for this kids.
...cairn, a knick name for his last name, Pitcairn, was just then, carefully tapping the the of a tile into place with a rubber mallet. ''why not a hammer, father''? his boy asked...and cairn explained that as strong as the tiles were, if struck with blunt force, from an awkward angle, they could shatter into a million parts,, in quiclk time, becoming a pile of coarse rubble.
...quora wondered why she was there. she felt like she had plopped there onto that step, out of a dream.
cairn asked her,''why are you here ?''
she didn't know what to say. she grasped at straws and replied, ''I wanted. to learn how to install tiles.''
''the most important part is the foundation, the bedding, is a special gravel that withstands weight and weather....then the tracks have to be laid with enough space for expansion from heat'' as he pointed to the tracks that yet awaited tile on top.
....Now they were sitting in the conservatory, but it was called a back sunroom because they were in the states.
the room was bright with sunshine, but comfortable enough for the sweatshirt cairn was wearing....he sat in an overstuffed chair with round cloth arms, his one leg resting upon the other , ankle resting on knee...
quora thought to herself, that his track sneakers looked knew, and wished the children in asia didn't have it so hard, being forced to make them in sweat factories.
As her mind wandered, a woman walked in through the front closed from door at the front of the house...walked down the main hall and then through the open conservatory door, up to cairn.....and sat down on the arm of his chair, ..They spoke to each other with deep focus, and feeling. quora thought to herself,..that this ladies track sneakers looked brand new, too. she looked at her ankles.. they were almost bare with the the outline of fuzzy sneaker socks sticking out with that little round fluffy pom pom sticking out over the heel top of the shoe.
quora sat still, and silent, wishing just BE...Just be alive, just be well, just be able to think, and understand, and love her existence...and not interrupt the dear friends speaking to each other like they were he dearest friends in the universe....a song started playing in her mind...''love s real, real is love'' she especially liked the floaty feeling piano part......and as quora's mind wandered she got the feeling these two dear friends were already a couple, their souls linked long ago,.. but it was not yet their time, ...the time they could be together again. but they would be, and they knew it, and it brought them solace, solace so powerful that it gave them the will to carry on..
the friends embraced, her soft wavy dark hair, caressing the underside of the man's chin.....and then Grace stood and walked away.
Now another woman drove up to the front of the house and onto the drive and parked, two children got out, helping mum carry groceries to the kitchen counter. the woman vacumned the rug in the hall, and cairn got up, went to her and spoke... quora felt the woman's vibration,.it didn't feel good. a bit of a sullen attitude , not happy.
cairn spoke to his wife,elspeth, with soothing words. she'd had a tough day, shopping he offered to go pick up take out food for them all.
Now we were getting in his car...driving along the waterfront...quora wondered is he getting fish?
but cairn pulled up to a sign in lovely greek alphabet letters....
''whats it say?.'' asked quora
''spinakopeta's'' answered quorn,''do you want to come in with me, or wait in the car?'',...
quara started imaging deliciously fragrant grains roasted with garlic, cumin, basil, topped with chic peas....yes, she definitely wanted to go in.
but it was not to be, because just as she was about to answer, she woke up from her dream.
...cairn's children .laughing, playing, were there, nearby...always wanting to be near their dad, watching, learning, from him. The old adage, ''do as I say, and not as do'', would not have worked for this kids.
...cairn, a knick name for his last name, Pitcairn, was just then, carefully tapping the the of a tile into place with a rubber mallet. ''why not a hammer, father''? his boy asked...and cairn explained that as strong as the tiles were, if struck with blunt force, from an awkward angle, they could shatter into a million parts,, in quiclk time, becoming a pile of coarse rubble.
...quora wondered why she was there. she felt like she had plopped there onto that step, out of a dream.
cairn asked her,''why are you here ?''
she didn't know what to say. she grasped at straws and replied, ''I wanted. to learn how to install tiles.''
''the most important part is the foundation, the bedding, is a special gravel that withstands weight and weather....then the tracks have to be laid with enough space for expansion from heat'' as he pointed to the tracks that yet awaited tile on top.
....Now they were sitting in the conservatory, but it was called a back sunroom because they were in the states.
the room was bright with sunshine, but comfortable enough for the sweatshirt cairn was wearing....he sat in an overstuffed chair with round cloth arms, his one leg resting upon the other , ankle resting on knee...
quora thought to herself, that his track sneakers looked knew, and wished the children in asia didn't have it so hard, being forced to make them in sweat factories.
As her mind wandered, a woman walked in through the front closed from door at the front of the house...walked down the main hall and then through the open conservatory door, up to cairn.....and sat down on the arm of his chair, ..They spoke to each other with deep focus, and feeling. quora thought to herself,..that this ladies track sneakers looked brand new, too. she looked at her ankles.. they were almost bare with the the outline of fuzzy sneaker socks sticking out with that little round fluffy pom pom sticking out over the heel top of the shoe.
quora sat still, and silent, wishing just BE...Just be alive, just be well, just be able to think, and understand, and love her existence...and not interrupt the dear friends speaking to each other like they were he dearest friends in the universe....a song started playing in her mind...''love s real, real is love'' she especially liked the floaty feeling piano part......and as quora's mind wandered she got the feeling these two dear friends were already a couple, their souls linked long ago,.. but it was not yet their time, ...the time they could be together again. but they would be, and they knew it, and it brought them solace, solace so powerful that it gave them the will to carry on..
the friends embraced, her soft wavy dark hair, caressing the underside of the man's chin.....and then Grace stood and walked away.
Now another woman drove up to the front of the house and onto the drive and parked, two children got out, helping mum carry groceries to the kitchen counter. the woman vacumned the rug in the hall, and cairn got up, went to her and spoke... quora felt the woman's vibration,.it didn't feel good. a bit of a sullen attitude , not happy.
cairn spoke to his wife,elspeth, with soothing words. she'd had a tough day, shopping he offered to go pick up take out food for them all.
Now we were getting in his car...driving along the waterfront...quora wondered is he getting fish?
but cairn pulled up to a sign in lovely greek alphabet letters....
''whats it say?.'' asked quora
''spinakopeta's'' answered quorn,''do you want to come in with me, or wait in the car?'',...
quara started imaging deliciously fragrant grains roasted with garlic, cumin, basil, topped with chic peas....yes, she definitely wanted to go in.
but it was not to be, because just as she was about to answer, she woke up from her dream.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Wisconsin&Irish Parmesan: a modern day & age lovers story
Wisconsin&Irish Parmesan: a modern day & age lovers story by brandon miller (c)
a writer's disclaimer..this is a fictional story, any resemblance to anyone place, person, activity, is coincedental..
Cara was dreading the transfer to her wheel chair, but company was coming. She had invited a cute young couple to lunch...had the feeling they were about to get engaged. She was excited . She was thinking about giving them her extra food processor. The kids were late, as usual...but Cara put great care into getting things ready...and sat there waiting...and waiting... She enjoyed giving them cooking lessons...and listening to their big plans, but she did not understand why they made fun of her so much. guess it as immaturity she figured...the girl...Wissy, often turned her back to Cara and made gagging faces to Parm,.. that Cara could clearly see in the reflection of her China Cabinet...and although they new she had a heart condition, ... maybe because of it,.. Parm was always doing little things to upset her, and then he would watch her face for a reaction...Cara made a point of staying calm, and poker faced, and as time went on Parm's efforts became more extreme. It started out with simple things like sticking his hand into the food in the serving bowl, to remove the food...instead of getting mad, Cara felt sorry for him,.at first she wondered if he was intellectually challenged but he could express himself well..then she thought her might be mentally challenged, or maybe had a traumatic brain injury... so Cara. handed a serving spoon to Parm and sweetly explained how to use it . Another time, Parm asked if he could get a cup of water, but insisted on doing it himself...Cara pulled the curtains open under the sink where there was a drain shelf neatly stacked with clean dishware. Parm was pretty tall and was holding the cup, while looking out the window. He started to sneeze..Instead of covering his mouth, or turning away, or sticking his face into his shirt.. Parm did a deep knee bend bent his head directly over all the clean dishes and gave several big wet sneezes all over them! Then he turned and watched my face...to see my reaction. Another time he was about to use scissors. ..and instead started twirling them on his finger way across the room by the table, and turned around to throw them at my bare feet..He threw them pretty hard because I was behind him and so far away that I was almost not in the room, and the scissors just barely missed my foot.
Yet another time, after I made another of my super meals that they loved, Parm started looking at his fly zip and saying he wanted me to meet Charley, He was trying to goof on me, trying to embarass me..I turned my back and started looking for something on a shelf, because he was getting reading to unzip his fly when .his fiance started yelling calling him a stupid idiot and he stopped.
Cara tried one last time to have a good visit, but Wissy was chewing Parm out for not treating her to an all expense paid shopping trip the past weekend, and he asked to use the bathroom, and started pulling out the wall fixtures... Wissy rushed in to stop him ...and I stilled gave them lunch...during lunch Parm talked in great detail about how cool it was to torture animals,...I waited until lunch was done and sweetly said goodbye....
Cara was disapointed because she'd really hoped to become friends with them. They looked like such a cute young couple, and were very nice , even charming, at times....but she didn't want her house to get wrecked, so she explained that her health got worse and wasn't up for visiting.
There seemed to be a problem with Wissy, too,.. she was trying to cut off the top of a round loaf of bread to make a bread bowl for the spinach dip Cara taught her how to make, one week,.. and Wissy cut a shallow little hole the size of a soda bottle cap, about one inch wide..Cara's mom, who was there showed Wiss, how to make the hole 8 inches wider., like the photo they had... Wissy coudn't see the difference.
Even after they stopped visiting, Wissy kept posting upsetting pics on Cara's page, online, trying to push Cara to comment . Cara just clicked the ''I don't want to see this, setting'' and let it go.
...A month later, it got back to her that the cute couple was spreading lies about her...saying she was posting on her online page about them, and that she has yelled at them in fits of rag during their visits... Actually it had been the other way around.....but they looked so cute together, no one doubted them....
Cara just chalked it up to experience and was thankful her home had not been bashed up even worse...
It was too bad they had thought it so amusing to make fun of the old lady in the wheel chair, but she didn't matter , They didn't need her for anything, She didn't count. They would save their charm for people that were more important.
Wiis & Parm, were perfect for each other . Cara wished the young lovers a good future and hoped they might become more mature as life went on...
They were lovers because they loved themselves,
a writer's disclaimer..this is a fictional story, any resemblance to anyone place, person, activity, is coincedental..
Cara was dreading the transfer to her wheel chair, but company was coming. She had invited a cute young couple to lunch...had the feeling they were about to get engaged. She was excited . She was thinking about giving them her extra food processor. The kids were late, as usual...but Cara put great care into getting things ready...and sat there waiting...and waiting... She enjoyed giving them cooking lessons...and listening to their big plans, but she did not understand why they made fun of her so much. guess it as immaturity she figured...the girl...Wissy, often turned her back to Cara and made gagging faces to Parm,.. that Cara could clearly see in the reflection of her China Cabinet...and although they new she had a heart condition, ... maybe because of it,.. Parm was always doing little things to upset her, and then he would watch her face for a reaction...Cara made a point of staying calm, and poker faced, and as time went on Parm's efforts became more extreme. It started out with simple things like sticking his hand into the food in the serving bowl, to remove the food...instead of getting mad, Cara felt sorry for him,.at first she wondered if he was intellectually challenged but he could express himself well..then she thought her might be mentally challenged, or maybe had a traumatic brain injury... so Cara. handed a serving spoon to Parm and sweetly explained how to use it . Another time, Parm asked if he could get a cup of water, but insisted on doing it himself...Cara pulled the curtains open under the sink where there was a drain shelf neatly stacked with clean dishware. Parm was pretty tall and was holding the cup, while looking out the window. He started to sneeze..Instead of covering his mouth, or turning away, or sticking his face into his shirt.. Parm did a deep knee bend bent his head directly over all the clean dishes and gave several big wet sneezes all over them! Then he turned and watched my face...to see my reaction. Another time he was about to use scissors. ..and instead started twirling them on his finger way across the room by the table, and turned around to throw them at my bare feet..He threw them pretty hard because I was behind him and so far away that I was almost not in the room, and the scissors just barely missed my foot.
Yet another time, after I made another of my super meals that they loved, Parm started looking at his fly zip and saying he wanted me to meet Charley, He was trying to goof on me, trying to embarass me..I turned my back and started looking for something on a shelf, because he was getting reading to unzip his fly when .his fiance started yelling calling him a stupid idiot and he stopped.
Cara tried one last time to have a good visit, but Wissy was chewing Parm out for not treating her to an all expense paid shopping trip the past weekend, and he asked to use the bathroom, and started pulling out the wall fixtures... Wissy rushed in to stop him ...and I stilled gave them lunch...during lunch Parm talked in great detail about how cool it was to torture animals,...I waited until lunch was done and sweetly said goodbye....
Cara was disapointed because she'd really hoped to become friends with them. They looked like such a cute young couple, and were very nice , even charming, at times....but she didn't want her house to get wrecked, so she explained that her health got worse and wasn't up for visiting.
There seemed to be a problem with Wissy, too,.. she was trying to cut off the top of a round loaf of bread to make a bread bowl for the spinach dip Cara taught her how to make, one week,.. and Wissy cut a shallow little hole the size of a soda bottle cap, about one inch wide..Cara's mom, who was there showed Wiss, how to make the hole 8 inches wider., like the photo they had... Wissy coudn't see the difference.
Even after they stopped visiting, Wissy kept posting upsetting pics on Cara's page, online, trying to push Cara to comment . Cara just clicked the ''I don't want to see this, setting'' and let it go.
...A month later, it got back to her that the cute couple was spreading lies about her...saying she was posting on her online page about them, and that she has yelled at them in fits of rag during their visits... Actually it had been the other way around.....but they looked so cute together, no one doubted them....
Cara just chalked it up to experience and was thankful her home had not been bashed up even worse...
It was too bad they had thought it so amusing to make fun of the old lady in the wheel chair, but she didn't matter , They didn't need her for anything, She didn't count. They would save their charm for people that were more important.
Wiis & Parm, were perfect for each other . Cara wished the young lovers a good future and hoped they might become more mature as life went on...
They were lovers because they loved themselves,
Friday, September 19, 2014
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