Redeeming Quality

A man, the Stallion, from my past has been contacting me ... His redeeming quality was that he gave
me the acceptance that I craved from my parents... It may no longer be enough...

Painted Shut

My apartment door sticks... It may have been painted shut  ... The pulling and feeling rattled adds minutes to my morning exit ... When reporting this disposition to a woman ...
She was struck horrified, what if there is a fire?, she asked ...

I have requested to be cremated .... Win Win

Hair

I work with a Moslem woman. She has been keeping her secure under wraps for months... Today, she
came into the office like a gust of wind ... She was all hair ... her hair was as thick and flowing as her
smile ... She said: she needed a time to be free and  not feel restricted by her  scarves...

"A Good Section"

I work Saturdays at a retail store. It gives me an opportunities to witness  classic scenes from my childhood and sitcoms ...,

This classic scene was a mother walking the corridor between the fiting rooms calling for
her daughter by announcing:

"Susan, the store has a good bra section"

Which are Worse?

Daily, I think of ways to reconnect with a man from my past.
I,remind myself, of the bad moments of being with him.... Then I teeter to the bad moments of being without him ...,

Which bad moments are worse ...

A Can of Soup

I spent Christmas evening purusing  the isles of Walgreens ... I decided to splurge with a can of soup. While it was displayed on the check out counter ... The moment of truth came ... My debit card was declined..., a woman in layered blue cotton bought it for me ... Because it was soup ... I felt particularly defensive ...

I pleaded: I am, really, quite fortunate ... I am not a good budgeter

Better You then Them

I use the remaining days of a year to reflect on my desired changes for the following year. I want 2015 to be the year of the dollar. To only buy what I really need ... The cause has been spearheaded with the use of a journal. I wrote how I want to save ..  Where to place residual funds from buying less
I receive joy from weeding a source of nutrition from my cart in the check out stand
Better the individual have the money the company

Native

A woman described growing up in Phoenix, Arizona ...she lived near the airport.   I responded by informing her there was one terminal when I was a child...

She said you must be older then you look....I said: " Well maybe there was two terminals"...

A Public Unzipping

I took a job that may not be an automatic fit for an automatic fit of a new pad.   After slowly decreasing my size though the decreasing the size of food intake....I have increased in size..

I have stopped obsessing with social interaction and started obsessing about pasta or rice

my general discomfort regarding my newish job  has lead me to stand in front of the TV and watch repeats of "Everybody Loves Raymond" while clutching a Tupperware container of heated left-over
pasta ...veggies... and chicken at 1am

however much I eat it is never enough...I must stop before all my zippers start to unroll at their own motor in public

Ping of Pleasure

When I moved into new digs...I brought twenty years of  cards from my parents...stuffed into a manila envelope....

I tucked a selection of cards into various cabinets...behind plates or treasured Q-tips... seeing them and the dash of color from the card's pattern  gives a ping of pleasure ...