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Dream A Little Dream ...

04/16/02 - I’m in pieces, bits and pieces ... Well, I’M not in pieces, but today’s writing
really is. I’ve had a pretty quiet night at work and all these little this and that’s have
popped up. Usually a theme comes to me as I write. I think today’s theme is
Hodge Podge for $40.

What is a love connection? Are you all raising your hands out there and yelling
“I know, I know?” My Old Friend used to say to me, “I love when you pretend to
be naive.” How do you pretend that? There are different ways to learn things.
The answer to my question would seem to be something learned by experience?
Or, is it a feeling? Do you just know? Maybe it’s the things you don’t feel? Now,
connection ... That one I know, can feel it pretty much instantly, in fact. So how
come I’m stuck on the love part? Do you think I’ve put up barriers? Am I going to
know it when I make it (the connection, that is)? See, it’s all questions. I was
once told that the only thing you ever have to worry about is ... Love. Oh, no! I’m
doomed.

One of the functions of my job is that I perform the duties of a wake-up service.
(No, it’s not like 1-900-BABE.) I wake up, on the average, 27 clients a morning,
mostly men, and mostly drivers of a limousine service. There is one driver, RW,
who I always look forward to waking. (There’s only a couple of grumps in the
group.)  He’s very funny, has something different for me each day. This morning
it was philosophy, I think. He said something about being subject to human error
and life is not an exact science. He asked me to write this down, although I think
I’ve heard it somewhere before. But hearing this from a sleepy man at 2:57 a.m.
was totally funny to me.

Well, The New Guy watched me bowl last night. Damn, I really sucked big time.
Couldn’t do a darn thing right, gutter ball after gutter ball. I’m quite a sight. My
league is used to me ... But The New Guy isn’t. He wanted to blame it on him
being there, but my team mates all told him that it wasn’t that. At one point he
told me I bowled like ... A girl! That frame I got double dashes, two gutter balls in
a row. He made no further bowling related comments. As we left, I wondered out
loud if I had thoroughly embarrassed him? I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I
said something about how bad I sucked and then I started laughing,
uncontrollably, and so did he. We laughed and laughed. It was such a release.
There it was again ... Total agreement.

And into this life we’re born, though some time, sometime we don’t know why.
And time simply goes by so fast, in the twinkling of an eye.

Let’s enjoy it while we can, and help me share my load.
From the dark and lonely street, to the bright side of the road. ~Van Morrison