stories

People, places, and and the uncommonplace telling stories as they travel with Morganica (Cynthia Morgan) in mind and memory; neighbors, friends, and findings

30 11, 2015

generation gap

2020-05-05T13:11:00-07:00

"Grammy and I went to the holiday show at the fairgrounds last weekend," says the mostly naked woman slithering her pert undercarriage into bikini briefs not six inches from my nose. "She was telling me all about the Christmasses they used to have when she was a little girl. It was really different back then because their parents didn't have [...]

generation gap2020-05-05T13:11:00-07:00
23 11, 2015

Family restaurant

2015-11-23T13:38:13-08:00

"After you, dear!" she grinned, opening the door with a flourish. Her companions still struggled to emerge from a massive blue Caddie handicap-parked in front of the diner, so she was holding the door for everyone else while she awaited them. The lady was plump, with stick-straight silver hair in a pixie cut. She rattled the Caddie's keys in one [...]

Family restaurant2015-11-23T13:38:13-08:00
9 11, 2015

Con panna

2020-05-05T13:10:07-07:00

Mini-adventure Mondays: Sometimes you win, sometimes...not. Early this morning I decide to try the new hipster roasteria (espresso bar, for the rest of us) for today's educational adventure. The plan: Order the first drink I know absolutely nothing about, drink it, and thereby learn something new. Given my (for a glasslander) abysmal ignorance about matters caffeinated, I figure this won't [...]

Con panna2020-05-05T13:10:07-07:00
4 11, 2015

The circle that lives with the drangle inside

2015-11-07T16:30:26-08:00

There's a fascinating little video making the rounds right now, on the relationships of 3, 6, and 9 to circles, the universe, nothing, and, well, everything: https://youtu.be/inWnhZp_A-M Reminded me of Professor Tranh and his drangles. And, of course, the story. I was ALL about words when I was a kid. Words made stories, and I was a storyteller, so it [...]

The circle that lives with the drangle inside2015-11-07T16:30:26-08:00
30 10, 2015

Trick, or perhaps treat, please?

2023-10-31T07:08:47-07:00

"Gaak!" I said, squinting at fumaric acid and magnesium phosphate and tricalcium phosphate, "The scariest things about Halloween are the nutritional labels on the candy bags. Have you read these things?" "Oh, I love them," said my neighbor Kim, "Every time I'm tempted to break my diet I just pick up a Cheetos bag and read the label. Works every time." We were [...]

Trick, or perhaps treat, please?2023-10-31T07:08:47-07:00
26 10, 2015

No thanks. I’ll walk.

2017-07-20T14:16:40-07:00

This is me, standing on the I5 overpass near work, taking a picture of cars zipping away down the road. I walked there, all by myself, because it was a lot faster than driving. Holy hell. I WALKED there. Do you understand the significance of that statement? The car needed its 30,000 mile checkup this morning. Travis-the-blueteam leader took SherryBaby's [...]

No thanks. I’ll walk.2017-07-20T14:16:40-07:00
14 10, 2015

Charlie

2015-11-07T16:30:27-08:00

“Are you here for your feet?” The voice was shy, a little quavery, and I couldn’t find its owner with a quick scan of Kaiser’s orthopedics waiting room. It was late in the day and the place was pretty much deserted, so it shouldn’t have been hard to find.  […]

Charlie2015-11-07T16:30:27-08:00
7 10, 2015

Mobility, workout tights, and this thing called normal

2017-10-07T18:08:23-07:00

If this summer has taught me anything, it's that normal takes a helluva lot more time. It's been almost three months since Elmo-the-total-knee-replacement and I announced our joint partnership (heh-heh). While I can't say I'm as good as new, I'm at least 200 percent better than before surgery. "More like 2,000 percent," snorts a co-worker, "I used to wonder if you'd [...]

Mobility, workout tights, and this thing called normal2017-10-07T18:08:23-07:00
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