This is my psychiatrist's couch. Take from it what you will.
But do leave a note.
I still am a late middle aged former government worker killing time.
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Steam whistled brightly from the tea pot next to the window. Just another fine day at home. A wrinkled hand slips over the handle, while it's partner turns off the gas. Tea and Scones gets made at 3:00pm. The tin is fetched from the ancient F&M hamper someone had given to them at the
hospital. No one knew who had left it, but it came home with
her. It was a talisman to the time of no wheelchair. Another iteration in the circular dance. Unknowing eyes stare as the ball drops in the pot. The crockery creamer with a carrot motif sits on the tray unused. Lips more aware than their owner open as the spoon approaches. Her eyes soften and smile while his dart almost imperceptibly. Nothing is tracked or timed in this waltz. Sip and nibble interrupted by dabs from the napkin. His lips curl into a half smile as she cleans up the dishes. Goodbyes said, he nods and fades away.
Blogophilia Week 39.6 - Another Fine Day Bonus Points: (Hard, 2 pts): include three items you might find in a Fortnum & Mason 1730 Hamper (Easy, 1 pt): Mention a root vegetable
week, the challenge is to write a ‘conversation’ between a set of
characters without using any actual dialogue. This will provide good
practice for writing descriptive events and in describing body language
and emotions without the aid of the character's vocalizations.
This transcript fragment is from the case of James F Durante vs. Kidsongs Inc (A Limited Liability Company) in Superior Court in and for the County of Los Angeles, CA., Santa Monica Division. It was supposedly found while doing a routine archive check of the Court's file room in advance of some plumbing renovations.
In the case files, it is stated Mr. Durante is suing Kidssongs over copyright violations of his signature song "Inka Dinka Do". The fragment picks up with Mr. Durante, having finished his testimony stating the song "Skidamarink" (A.K.A. Rinka a dink a doo) borrowed, nay stole the tune from his song and that the lyrics were similar enough to cause confusion. Greg Bautzer, representing Kidsongs, is beginning his cross examination.
Mr. Bautzer: "Now, Mr. Durante, you stated you became aware of this supposed infringement in 1956, is that correct?"
Mr. Durante: "Yes, and it was shockin', I tell ya. I mean, to have da song run down to a nursery rhyme. Not even dat."
Bautzer: "And your first action was to contact your attorney, Mr. Giesler? (nodding to the Plaiintiff's table)"
Durante; "Yes. Dey thought I was all washed up. But I needed to prove to myself I wasn't. So, I pertectin' dis song. You can call it my baby."
Bautzer: : "Mr. Durante, exactly how does my client's work infringe upon yours?"
Durante: "If Your Honor don' mind..."
(A piano is wheeled into the courtroom and Mr. Durante steps down from the stand and seats himself on the bench.)
Durante: "Your Honor and Ladies and Gentlemen of the court, when I wrote this song in 1924, I was eating some good Vermont cheddar Cheese. Somethin' with the cheese just made it sweet. When I sang it for Mrs.Calabash, I had no idea it would be so enduring. Anyway, mine goes like this:
"A little sophisticated, maybe? But nothing like this other piece"
"The melody use is obvious." (Mr Durante steps away from the piano and resumes his testimony on the stand)
Bautzer: "Somehow, Sir. I don't see it. My client's song is strictly a children's nonsense song."
Durante: "And mine is adult nonsense. Same concept. And the melody is almost a copy."
Bautzer: "How can you compare the squeaking of little children to a melody, Sir? I mean, you have many years experience in entertainment. These kids are babies..."
Durante: "...whose folks want to take my very livelihood. I worked hard for it, and I at least want money for it"
Judge: "Mr Bautzer, you are badgering the witness with unfair comparisons. This whole matter is like an Olympic event.
Durante: "Your Honor, I can blow the Olympic rings with my cigar."
Judge: "That, too, irrelevant Mr. Durante. Everybody is wasting my time with this muddle. I am going declare a mistrial with prejudice on this whole matter. Case dismissed..."
I promise I'm not copying Tyler. I was thinking up this post this morning while trying to link my work computer to a new server. Several tries later, I was wishing my coffee was whiskey. But, I persevered and did get up and running.
As most of you know, I left my old job in State Government a little over a year ago and am now working in private industry. Specifically, I am on contract with the largest pension services provider working on one of their largest accounts. This is best described as a cavalcade of folly. After a parade acquisitions and divestitures, there are 22 separate pension plans with to deal with. The total number of plan permutations that regularly happen is around 5000. Like every good workhorse, there aren't enough chrysanthemums in the world that could make the parade route smell good. But, mums really don't smell. They just look pretty and propagate like wildflowers in my front flower bed. Kind of like the pension plans I deal with. I have union plans. I have non union plans. I have some that are traditional others that are 401(k). A three ring circus to be sure. But don't send flowers,at my age they scare me.
Everything around him turned yellow briefly, as if the sun was used as a camera flash. His head hit the floor as his gut rumbled with the sound of the FlashBang. He kept hold of the trigger. "They really think they have me?" He thought briefly as he backed into the corner opposite the door.
"Just like them to rush in without checking first"
The smoke thinned slightly, as flames licked up from the clothes on the floor. The SWAT officers were approaching the house with the ram. Come on up a little closer...a little closer...What they were saying was just gibberish to his ringing ears.