Requests

Requests

When someone asks something of us, is it really just an opportunity to be closer? Can they really go a whole week without that connection? And by asking, does it mean they want to let you know how they feel without coming out and saying it? Do the requests have underlying tones? Like, “you have to save me from this person and only you can fix this”. “I can’t stand having to deal with that person could you please for the sake of us all make the change!” Or, is the request a way to confirm that something has occurred. “I just wanted to confirm this information so I’m going to ask a really odd request.”

What are you really implying? “Hey thought I’d ask you this request to really let you know how I feel about a person/situation.” Maybe I’m reading way into this, pushing it towards the dark side. I would really like it to be a flirt. “Hey I miss you. Here’s how we can talk. You know it’s been a month and I long to hear your voice. Here’s an idea…request.” But how does that settle when it comes from someone far away?

And once the request is out on the table how will the next verbal clue be eradicated? “Sweet! How soon can we make this happen? I long to hear your voice. I’m sending you a signal it'll be there via UPS. Respond once you receive it.” Or, “thank God, I see you got my hint! You can play too you know.” Or will the request be communicated through the very object that is weekly bounced around, wanting to be shared?

Regardless of the requests, the point is to enjoy, have fun and be a part in everyone’s life. Sometimes it only takes one, to make the move, to request a possibility of fun, even if the risk is of sounding saddened. Could that next move be to ask the inevitable, “did something happen for you to request this?”

Groceries

I have finally let go of my month of menus. I routinely would check my woman's day month of menus in order to determine what's for dinner. This would consist of visiting the grocery store almost every day. I would try new recipes, spend more than budgeted, and feed my family a variety of strange off-season food. I have yet to delete the month-of-menus from my favorites. What have I taken on instead? Because you know it takes some serious planning and thinking to prepare what's for dinner. I have resorted to the grocery store ads. I am now a member of what is in season. I am moving up the ladder of building and creating my own meals. Have I begun to save money? I find myself visiting the grocery store every weekend instead of a daily routine. With the exception of an occasional visit for a missing ingredient not accounted for. The meals have been healthy with an abundance of left-overs. My mouse is even benefiting from the veggie remains. How does the rest of the world prepare for dinner? Are they a part of the month-of-menus planners? Do they eat the same box of mac and cheese every other day? Are they fortunate enough to not have to cook? What is your secret?

Torn Down Old House

It has finally been torn down. What is missing? The old house. A long time ago, in my dream, there was an old house. It sat on a slight incline with neighbors not so close. It was a large house with many floors. I have been in this house. Climbed the stairs. Peered out windows. I felt good when I visited this house. Does it exist? In my mind. However, last night when I revisted the old house, it was gone. Torn down. Eliminated. All that was left was rubble, dug up dirt, large trash containers to collect memories. In my dream, as I walked past the old house I remembered how I felt when I first saw it. I could feel the warmth from the sun as it opened up the spot the house once sat. When I woke this morning I realized something was missing...the torn down old house.

Those Among Us

Have you ever wondered what the background of people is that we mingle with on a daily basis? There are, I'm sure, mentally unstable folk, happy butts, homicidal strangers, and/or sad creatures. What if constant interaction with these specific humans causes one to become or partake in the aforementioned behaviors? Should we constantly be on guard for their flying words or erradic thoughts? Is it safe to transport them in our vehicles or allow them to dine at lunch with us? In what category shall I classify my self? In what roll of the dice are these chosen ones going to plague our existence? With each step one takes in a day, they must look around and become aware of the bodies and creatures that exist. Who next will step into my office, flip the coin, spew tongue and then leave...

Coffee

Flavorful, aromatic, harsh...What a joy! Bitter, stagnant, pungent...What an addiction? Take it black? Add some milk? Sugar-free? Ceramic mug, Styrofoam cup, travel mug? What is your fancy? Half full or filled to the brim? I prefer, pottery mug with a bit of half-and-half with no stir. A start to a good day.

Donuts

Round sugary bundles of forgiveness. The aroma fills my office. Coffee tastes freshly brewed and harvested in combination with the fluffiness of dough. Being shared with those who vowed to cut back on sweets for the new year. Licking your lips later to find a remnant of savored icing. Donuts...oh how lovely...to be shared...never enough.

Infamous Boots

I have heard requests to tell the story of my boots. These boots are cozy, warm winter boots. They are unique in style and theory. These boots must be worn over jeans, with the tightest of socks on. These boots are grounded and ready to travel. These boots have not been seen here nor there, these boots have not been seen anywhere. My secret must not be revealed for fear that others will divulge. I will show you these boots so that you will see...they are great boots but only for me.