by bill - 2017-08-01 ( in culture, writing, blog, diary )
I just went down the road to the quickie-mart and got coffee. It's something I do most every weekend morning since throwing away my home coffee maker to keep me from drinking too much of it. On the way there, I saw what I thought was a dead turtle in the road. I hate that. Poor things just can't move fast enough.
Half way there, up ahead, a mama deer and her baby were crossing the road. I slowed way down in plenty of time as the little fawn tried to catch up with her mom, which she did. Once they were across, I caught up and passed them. The doe turned and looked me in the eye. I looked her right back in the eye, smiled, and kept on going.
Almost to the gas station now, on the left is a new temporary sign at ground level announcing some sort of church that's moving in. It says ARISE! in huge letters. It's funny, though, because the background design has some sort of circle. The "I" in "ARISE" blends right in with that part of the circle, so at a glance as you drive by quickly, it looks like it says "ARSE!"
Inside the store now and pouring my coffee — almost always the "Black Velvet" variety, though I do sometimes go for the "Colombian Supremo" — everyone around me is speaking Spanish. I'm thinking maybe this morning, I'll say good morning to one of the cashiers in Spanish. I already knew "buenos dias" meant "hello" or "good day," but asked one of them a while back how to say "good morning", specifically. In Russian it's "dobray ootra." German is "goot morgan." What is it in Spanish? She said, "Oh, it's just buenos dias." So, there you have it. This morning, however, I went ahead and just spoke English.
Coming back home, in my neighborhood now, I was happy to see that the turtle was not dead, after all. He was now almost across the road. I said a prayer for his safety and kept on driving. Walking in from the garage into the house, I hit Joey with the door. Poor guy was curled up napping there in front of the door. He does that whenever everyone has left the house. Elizabeth hadn't left. She was still in her room, asleep, but her door was closed. Besides, her room/floor is probably too messy even for a dog to get comfortable on.
And now I have to take "morning grumpy Elizabeth" to the church for their outing on the lake. I won't be attending, just dropping her off. Tara is busy handing in papers, listening to a whole lot of "rah-rah cheerful awesomeness" at the mandatory orientation day at Elizabeth's school. She starts school next Thursday. Yes, already.
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