A.G.E's Joint

“Who locked the door to the bathroom?” It took a second, but I realized I’d walked into the linen closet again. You would think after three days, I would be able to maneuver in the dark. I have been here before, you would think I’d remember the layout. I could have said jet lag, but there wasn’t any even on the first day. I guess I’ll blame on the wine again. It’s as good scapegoat as any. I found my way to where I needed to be and did my business. It wasn’t worth going back to bed, so I padded into the kitchen to fire up some coffee. The place was nice enough, 10th floor in Crystal City with the Rosslyn skyline across the tracks. One bedroom with a nice bath set up. She even remembered the Old Spice for me in the toiletries. It was kind of noisy, though. Train traffic providing an almost magic fingers vibration through the building. I was surprised Jane let me stay, but she wanted to be at the Old Town row house, if for no other reason as to keep control of the “festivities”. T

The scale is overwhelming Rows of marble stretching to the horizon Reminding us winter is coming. It comes to us all. We stand at ease, cooking in the heat Sweat pouring off brows watching the presentation Of a simple wreath, a ceremony of service. It has been eighteen years since the fateful day When the world changed. A sudden onslaught shows the evil of our being. We doubt the existence of Angels But for some it is enough to know Angels exist, And they dance a nd therein the end lies our hope For a future of peace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Dave Coon Pic- Colleen Keller Breuning Pic guesses: Cool cat, waiting for service, servant!, social, Ginger, catnip coffee

So, what are we having for dinner next week?” She asked giggling from the chair. I roll my eyes. Here we go again. If I had one power , I’d write a program to automatically answer this question. Beginning with the Wednesday ads, I’be been asked this every week for the last 35 years. And there is no getting around it, the pen and pad is waiting. It doesn’t matter whether it is spring flowers , summer heat, or autumn leaves ; the grocery list has to be done. Of course, my answer is” “Let’s starve.” The whole process makes her giddy . It’s like preparing for battle. Gathering coupons feels so righ t to her. The list is constructed counterclockwise around the store, Produce, Meat, Dairy, Frozen. As she strolls the aisles, the sight of a spectacular markdown leaves her moaning in delight. “Ooh, barbecue sauce for fifty cents. That’s mine.” I may be going broke by saving money. I can’t complain. I still get fed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~