A few years prior to Nancy’s mothers death; Nancy is having a conversation over the phone with her mother. It shows a little of the strained relationship between the two. Please enjoy.
The phone was ringing again. Could it be Jake with an early morning wake-up call? Nancy answered, “Hello?”
A voice that was too damn recognizable. “Nancy, this is your mother. I called you four times yesterday and didn’t hear back from you. I got worried. Are you OK?”
Nancy couldn’t believe it, thinking to herself…damn, my mother!
She answered back with firmness and sarcasm all wrapped up in one. “Yes mom, I’m fine. I HAVE been just a little busy. You know, with my job and all.” Martha was always in Nancy’s business.
With an irritated voice Martha continued, “That’s no excuse Nancy. You know how I get when I don’t hear from you after a few days. I was hoping you would be up so we could go have breakfast.”
Nancy was waiting for a more important call at the moment. Trying to be polite, “No mom, not today. I’m sorry. I should be able to clear things from my schedule by the end of the week. I’ll get with you by Thursday.”
Stay tune next week when you’ll hear the cheer leader holler…”Go Steelers!”
Well, I guess it’s time to throw a fit. Justifiably so, of course. One of my pleasures in life is going to a nice restaurant and enjoying a sit down dinner. The places I go vary…but one of the frequent places is Cracker Barrel restaurant; which I’m sure many of you are familiar with.
Yesterday afternoon was one of those times I was soooooooo looking forward to a fish and chips dinner at CB. On Friday, that is their special.
So, here’s how it went:
First, when I got seated the waitress asked me what I wanted. I told her I would like the fish and chips dinner…the cod. She said would there be anything else? I said I would like the cornbread and biscuits. More cornbread then biscuits. The start of a very bad time. 10 minutes later she came by and asked If I needed anything. I politely told her that I would appreciate it if I could get my cornbread. She said she thought I wanted it when the meal came. Where she got that, I have no clue. They always bring it right away.
Another 5 minutes later, I get my cornbread. I scarfed the first one down…remember, I was hungry to start with…now I’m starving.
Ten minutes or so later, the manger comes to the table and informs me that they had made catfish instead of the cod by accident. WTF…another 10-15 he said. He was real apologetic, but of course I was starting to see red at this time, and my hunger pains were increasing. I scarfed another piece of cornbread down.
The food finally comes. It had to be 45 minutes from the time I sat down till I got the meal I actually ordered. Well, the fish was dry, over cooked etc etc…but I was freaking hungry. Ate a couple bites of my coleslaw…stuck fork in it the third time and felt my fork hit something that seemed out of the ordinary.
It was a package of butter in my coleslaw!! I called the manager over right away. The waitress and he apologized over and over. I had lost my appetite by this time and was beyond pissed. They sent me on my way with a piece of apple pie. I don’t think I will be going back there anytime soon.
Continuing with the funeral scene; there always seems to be a family member who has words of encouragement to say. Enjoy a little more from the funeral scene in my WIP “Why Moore?”
As the two sisters stood by the casket for what seemed like an hour, an older, distant cousin walked up and stood next Mary. Speaking softly, “I hope you girls will be ok. Your mother loved you girls so much. She spoke very highly of you two all the time. I know how hard it must be to lose your mother at such a young age, but God will see you thru this trial. Goodbye girls. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
Stay tune next week when you’ll hear the crazed football fan holler “Go Steelers!
So, just like bacon, butter is always a problem with me. I love it on potatoes, vegetables… etc etc…you get my point. With that being said; I know there are plenty of health food enthusiast out there that know more about butter then I do. Help me select a butter that is tasty, yet very healthy. Is there such a beast?
In the near future, time frame yet to be determined, Nancy faces the death of her mother. Here is part of that scene…enjoy!
Nancy was standing next to her sister Mary, both looking down at their mothers body as it lay in the casket. Mary asked, “Did you love her Nancy?”
It was hard for Nancy to respond truthfully, but she tried to answer as truthfully as possible. “I didn’t love her, I tolerated her. I wish…well no I really don’t wish you knew all the things that mother put me through. And of all times to discuss our problems, this is not the right time.”
Mary snapping back, “Perhaps not Susan. I’ve wondered over and over how you and mother could have had such a distant relationship. It seemed just like it was yesterday that we were all sitting together at Christmas dinner enjoying each others company; knowing now it was all just a put on.”
Stay tune next week when you’ll here the overweight bus driver holla…”All right now, let me see your ticket.”
So, last-night I had a great dinner at a high end restaurant. This salad was one of the best I have ever eaten. And tonight, I had the tuna sandwich in the bottom photo. I ask, which would you rather have had? In their own way…both did the job, tasty and satisfying!
So, I haven’t been writing very much at all lately. No fought of anyone, but my own. I guess that’s what writers call a writers slump.
I really didn’t plan on writing anything today neither…surprise, right. However, when I was at the local 7/11, the cashier did something that just irritated the shit out of me.
Well, actually she has been doing it; but today it just seemed to have got under my skin! Now, to most people this probably is nothing, and you’re thinking “What is wrong with this idiot?” World hunger, wars and rumors of wars…and all poor Mike has to worry about, or think about is the actions of this cashier.
Well yes…sorry but this annoyed me.
So, what she did; or does is when she rings up the items into the register, she uses the same finger every time; the index, and she bangs on the keys like she’s pissed off at them. Bang, bang, bang on the keys…oh my…it drove me crazy!!
Well, guess I’m getting over my writers block. Now I need to work on my anger management.
Have a great day.