It's ten past eight. The door knocks. It's tony with Ben's lunch. Actimel in a blue bag. I woke up ten minutes ago just enjoying that freshly woken up feeling. Today has to work like clock work. Thank you Jesus! The lady from Harvard. 5:45 It will patch a few things up. unkempt hair, a lunch to make, a pancake, shoes, socks. Let's do it. Countdown...Packing...cleaning...finding camera...a Nativity play this morning.
paint china teapot
hoover up glitter
get more detergent
bank the Scottish money
put bike on balcony
put the yellow baby bath to the thrift store
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Monday, 13 December 2010
sandman
unlemon yourself
gift yourself with loo
roll while you wipe the dew
from the pidgeon guts
look at this bird gristled down
can't walk or fly or carry
an arguement or two
You could go to grief's door and knock a feud
slowing down enough to ouch a tune
har har half the things you do
believe a few
sandman rake me through
a thousand moons
sandman bring the spoon
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Hotel
Hotel
"Fetch me the rope."
She jumped. The door hinges were well oiled. He was just going about his routine replacing the tie backs and putting the cushions in order. Why was the rope on the bed instead of around the curtains? Shaking head.
"They're coming back." He knotted them.
"Who?"
"The guests. They're just out for the evening you know. They're here for three weeks."
" Oh."
"Need a fresh towel?"
"Yeah."
"At your service Miss...." He bowed a deep bow and grinned until they were both laughing. Not a deep laugh on her part. She was still a bit red from the hot water.
"Next time it's my turn. You'll have to bring me breakfast."
She dressed and dusted the window sill for the current guests. It seemed from the marks, they were using the window sill as well. All types, all reasons, all seasons, some treason ...costly weekend affairs-emotions mainly, sometimes business
"I would ravish a martini right now," he gazed at her 'address me...' badge for a moment with a slight pause between ravish and martini. He had had a long day and just needed to rest his eyes on something other than a name
The multitude of pinches, winks, and nods... And at evening's end, there was her apron jingling with the coins of gratitude given by industrious spenders hoping to lend her a bit more if she'd like. All had gone smoothly until the medallion man had dazzled her out of function mode. She hit the function key on the register. Hard to think what the manager would have to say.
It had to be enough for now working there. The middle of nowhere... why second guess a scenic place like this? There are mountains covered in snow just calendar: December. Moose heads in the dining hall, velvet
He couldn't keep away from her distress signal. Her old friend and neighbor had got her the job after many delayed knocks on his bosses door. Something evil wafting from the kitchen. He knew she needed a change...he knocked harder. He was almost jealous of the ease in which she was hired once they had seen her photo. He had a proper degree in cooking. She had...well. She'd always been pretty. The deep yellow sash that makes the gold star a ribbon. An award for your silence. The silence as she walks down the road. As if there is something to say after all that. He slapped himself for that flash of envy which was so misplaced.
The man with the drink now in his lap had a quiet conversation with the manager. Who is that ridiculous girl? She doesn't know the first thing about serving. He made sure she would be off work the following night. The manager agreed--a few private lessons wouldn't go amiss.
She wasn't sure of the protocol for misdemeanors and drink spills. It hadn't been addressed. Her interview had been brief...a phone call in fact as the hotel was so desolately remote. Apparently, she was expected to go to the guest's room and apologize privately. How very five star. Room 312. And take the night off. Off? All night for an apology? A night long apology. Something told her she should shower first...or should she be packing?
Choose a shade of lipstick. Not too red. Not too inviting. No. This is just an apology. I still have my job. What am I doing? She bit her lip and knocked. He opened the door. I was hoping to give you a few lessons on how to serve a man a drink. Knowing how clumsy you are, it might take a while.
"Yes sir."
She looked away as he fingered her name tag. He placed it on the table. You won't be needing this.
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