Sunday, November 28, 2005
Somewhere between 5:51 and 6:07 a.m.
My Bed
"GET OFF ME DAMN YOU." Let me sleep. Wait what time is it? Do I have to be awake yet? No. Not yet. I need to remember to lock my bedroom door so that @!$% cat can't get in.
Somewhere between 7:01 and 7:04 a.m.
Standing in my kitchen watching my cup of tea spin in the microwave over my range top. Hair up in a Pebbles pony tail on top of my head. Dressed in purple smiling piggy jammies. Thinking.
Man, trick jumping Hubbys company truck with the boat on the trailer while Collin Powell rode shot gun seemed so real. Wonder why we wanted to get into that castle so bad. How did we know there was corned beef inside?
Somewhere between 7:49 and 8:10 a.m.
Sitting at my computer, cross legged, still in purple pj's with smiling pigs. Trying not to laugh out loud to wake up family, or make any noise for that matter.
Wishing my teacup was bigger. Then I wouldn't need to stop to go all the way back into the kitchen. Tea thermos, that's what I need. And a diaper.
In between 9:00 and 9:20 a.m.
Standing in front of bathroom mirror. Counter a mess, clothes on the floor.
"Hairrrrrarugh! Just do what I want." I should shave my head. Yes, when I have more time I'm gonna shave this head. Then will I have to polish my scalp every day instead? And shave too? Will I have to use makeup on my shaven scalp to cover any zits and razor burn? Now in bad funk quandary.
Between 10:00 and 10:01
Standing in my laundry room picking metal b-b's out of the bottom of the washing machine while singing the lyrics to White Stripes, "My Door Bell". Thinking.
It's 9:00 good. No it's 10:00 No, 10:00 Rats, I have thirty minutes till go time.
Somewhere between 10:50 and 11:05
Highway 8 heading west.
"What the hell? Why is every one honking at me? When will they be done with this road construction already? Shit! When did they close this lane? Ya ya honk all you want there back hoe boy I'm not going any farther. Want to play chicken huh? Huh? I'm turning . I'm turning."
Somewhere between 11:49 and 12:01
Between the kitchen and dining room.
"Hey Quint!" Get out of my way you fat ass. "Tonight is prime rib and walleye." Move. You would be faster to jump over than walk around. "You fix the oven yet? I need ovens for prime rib. Why do I never see a tool in this maintenance man's hand. "Sure. Must be rough pulling a double." Never seen him carry a tool once. "Grab the door for me there will ya?" (Yes this is all I remember of the conversation as Quint is not much of a conversationalist. Yeah he likes to talk but all I hear is bla- bla- bla.)
Between 1:01 and 1:2o
In the dining room after lunch for our guests is over.
I'm soo gonna eat. I'm going to eat for the rest of the afternoon. Food foody food food. I love food. Asparagus is my favorite food in the world. No wait. I love this salad. Best thing I've ever tasted. No the asparagus with the salad. "HI Will! Of course you can sit and eat with me." Darn now I can not eat like the pig I really am. "I didn't know you were here this weekend!" Do I have anything on my face? "Yeah that's what I think about the new building too." Oh I'm just a stupid parrot. "Ha-ha-ha! Oh Will!" Crap, did he see that fly out of my mouth? "Tell me about your big weekend then?" Look at that hair will you. I would love to run my fingers through that hair of his. I'd even wash the French dressing off my hands first.
Somewhere between 2:04 and and 2:13
Standing in the kitchen chopping and talking to Carl the morning chef
"No, my friends parents invented their own turtle broom and they patented it and made enough to set themselves up comfortable so now they are working on a much bigger environmentally friendly way of life to improve the welfare of every one. It was a goal that some would of just retired on but they had a bigger picture in mind. No way. Your friend invented a self cleaning one hitter? Really? That make the Q-tip and pipe cleaner industry upset? What did he buy with his money, more drugs? A pimp car? Ha- ha ha."
Between 2:55 and 3:03
Cornered by the coffee machine. Talking to a guest.
"Let me get this straight. No orange vegetables. No flour. No red meat. Except after you train, then late. Fat free dairy. No MSG, unless it is spicy. Anything else?" Hope you like the taste of spit.
3:56 and 4:07
In the freezer. To myself again.
Swollen? Ooh. I wonder if I should see a Dr? Damn. Oww. Maybe a chiropractor. Damn trigger finger. I need a hook.
Somewhere between 4:59 and 5:09
Looking off the deck towards the sunset.
"Wow Chris ! You are right!That is beautiful. I've never seen one this time of year either. What caused that? Lake effect? OK, I gotta go back to frying the crunchy unknowns now."
Between 6:00 and 6:03
By the carving station. (I cannot disclose whom this was with.)
"Jim Morrison huh? Are you sure that is not just a legend? I mean he is Jim Morrison. I would go for him over the othersmyself. Even if he was just a gherkin. No that doesn't make you gay. I don't think. I mean he is Jim Morrison."
Between 7:59 and 7:10
In the hallway by the dry storage room. Talking to Chris.
"No you need to double bag the bodies before you throw them on the cart and haul them out to the dumptster. They moved the dumpster cuze of the new buildings so you need to take more precautions now."
Between 8:00 and 8:25
Walking up my porch steps.
Just open the door and stand here for a minuet or two. That way who ever is hiding behind the door will get sick of waiting for me and pop out and I can scare them. "Helloo? Boys! I'm home! Walking into a quiet house. I walk throw the kitchen to hang up my jacket in the laundry room and,"BOOGIE-BOOGIE MOM!!!!!!" They waited to jump out at my from the laundry room. I had thought they were upstairs. The coat that was flung in surprise and never did get hung up.
9:00 and 9:23
My living room floor.
Leg wrestling with K1 and K2 to see who would get the the last of the Hagen Daaz. K2 is a cheat and an ice cream oinker.
Between 9:50 and 10:10
Reading "The Di Vinci Code" and talking to Hubby while eating nachos made with jalapino pepper cheese. Curled up in the leather chair.
"Ya interesting but far from real. Based on some brilliant stuff. Des Moines? How soon? Let me guess. Another casino?"
Between 11:07 and I dunno.
My bed. Thinking.
This feels soo good. I've been waiting all day for this. Wish I could make this feeling last longer. I'm gonna stay awake just to enjoy this warm soft...zzzzzzz....
Sunday, November 27, 2005
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6 comments:
and perchance to dream...
How you come up with one style/idea after another, I never shall know, but as always, Ms Munkay, you do an excellent job of it :-)
...life swap, anyone?
funny how it's called renewal but it's always the same old things.
mmm...that last bit of the day just before you go to sleep is bliss.
The only thing that would make your writing better would be if you would write constantly so I could read it constantly.
Sister Hiedi
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