Who are your current most favorite people?
First and always, , my family members are my favorite people. The longstanding relationships are imprinted on my soul. I am so grateful.
Day: November 24, 2024
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Travels with Mother
Once we’d gone enough miles it was unlikely we would be apprehended with bathroom destruction with malice aforethought, I pulled into a nice looking station/store. This one looked like it was progressive enough to have excellent bathroom facilities, which we sorely in needed by now, since Mother was the only one who got to use the restroom at the last stop. For once, she generously, encouraged her daughters to go first, which we lived to regret. I’d have loved to have laid the blame at her door for what we found.
Marilyn, my youngest sister, rushed in to relieve her agonized bladder. In three seconds, she rushed out, “Oh, my gosh! You’ve got to see this!”
She obviously hadn’t had time to take care of any business. As mother of two teen-aged girls, the manager of a call-center, and youngest of five children, it takes something special to rattle her.
Like an idiot, I followed her in. Someone, a very healthy eater by the way, had obviously paid a visit. The nauseating smell of fermented feces greeted us as we entered the bathroom. It was horrendous, but I’ve been known to raise a stink myself.
Upon opening the stall, I saw a perfect liquefied poop sunburst splattered above the toilet. Obviously, someone in great distress had blown a gasket as just as they stooped to settle in for a satisfying moment of quality time alone. The toilet fixtures, the wall behind the toilet, the floor, and the stall wall were covered artistically with a thoroughly natural medium.
It doesn’t bear thinking of the condition of that poor unfortunate perpetrator of the masterpiece as she exited the store! We scurried out to tell the disgusted clerk what we’d found, only to find numerous visitors had already enlightened her. That’s when we learned about the worst job in the world. An industrial service was on its way.
Once more, courting legal problems, we decided to stand guard for each other and use the Men’s Room. Normally, I would have been disgusted, but compared to what we’d just seen, it smelled like a rose.
Hard Time Marrying Part 15
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She had supper ready when Joe and the boy came in. She’d laboriously managed to cook beans in a cast-iron pot hanging over the fire and baked cornbread and some sweet potatoes in the coals, pleasant work she was accustomed to. Joe’s brows lifted when he saw supper and bowls and cups out on the table. She crumbled cornbread in a cup and Joe poured buttermilk over it for the baby before lifting her to Anya’s lap. They all fell to with an appetite.
“My name is Anya, not Anna. I’ll stay and earn my keep till I can manage, but I ain’t no whore. Don’t come sniffing around me. I don’t want to owe you nothing. I’m gittin’ better so I can do for the baby and tend the house, but you need to keep the boy with you.” She looked him fiercely in the eye.
Joe looked her and raised his voice. “I’ll thank you to call me Joe. Don’t you think I could’a already done hurt you if I’d wanted? I don’t want nothin’ more from you than you take care of yourself and the baby.” He dropped his voice, speaking more to himself. “I been getting along without a woman for a long time, but I ain’t fell so low I got to take up with a stringy, beat-up neck bone like you.”
Poor Joe was unaware her hearing had improved and was surprised to have a hot sweet potato hit him in the jaw. “I’ll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head,” she warned him through clinched jaws.
“Yes, ma’am.” He muttered. “Beggin’ pardon, ma’am. No call for me to be spiteful. We are both in a pickle and battling ain’t gonna help.”
“You keep to your place and I’ll keep to mine till I can do better.” The tension eased a bit now they understood each other.
They passed the evening watching the children at their play. Joe had brought them a kitten from the barn. The boy teased it with a bit of string, delighting the baby girl. Joe and Anya caught themselves laughing at it a time or two.
“What’s the boy’s name?” This was the first time it had occurred to her to ask.
“I don’t know. I just been calling him boy. His mama was sick when she got here and never told me nothing. She died the next day.” He stared into the fire.
“You mean these ain’t your young’uns?” She was incredulous.
“No, I don’t know nuthin’ exceptin’ their mama up and died soon’s she got here. I’d send ‘em back to her folk if I knew who they was. She come with nuthin’ but my letter, a bundle of clothes, and these young’uns after I wrote off for a wife. I buried her out in the mesquite and tried to take the kids back to Talphus fer the town or the church to do for ‘em and them miserable bastards run me off like a scalded dog. When I got back after doing chores that night, you was up in the house lookin’ at the baby. I thought I’d done buried their mama alive. It warn’t till just now the coyotes dug her body out of the grave till I knew you warn’t the woman I married. Oh, Lordy. I don’t know why I ain’t left well enough alone.”
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