Monthly Archives: November 2016

Vegetal Trump

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What does it mean?

Vegetal implies something to do with vegetables, and or plants; as in big red tomato, or an oversized yam. Writers will interrupt the word, as either a verb or noun, although a dictionary defines vegetal as an adjective.

So why am I feeling mad at the mention of this word? I like vegetables and love plants.

A big red tomato, Donald Trump won!.

What the vegetal. I’m stunned and did not vote for him. However, I will root for him and hope the seeds planted grow into a hybrid unimagined by pundits, a plant with leaves of every color that capture the warmth and sun surrounding the universe and yield a bountiful harvest.

 . . . . Seriously Just Saying

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Political Second Thoughts

 

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“Are you ready?”

“Not really?”

“Not really? We agreed to vote early, avoid the lines.”

“I’m having second thoughts.”

“Second thoughts, about voting?”

“No second thoughts about Trump. What if he wins?”

“He’ll be president.”

“Hilary’s a liar, she deleted emails and then there’s Benghazi? Think about Supreme Court nominees. How can you vote for her?”

“Well for one thing she’s not going to be investigated by the FBI and to my knowledge hasn’t groped anyone.”

“Your right! I’ll vote for Hilary. You know history is in the making, a woman president, and a man first lady.”

“Oh! You’re changing your mind? . . .  The Supreme Court? That’s some serious stuff, needing some serious thought.”

“You’re making a right about face?”

“Yes, you were going to vote for him. I can have second thoughts. ”

“Right but I had second thoughts first and now I’m voting for Hilary.”

“Well I’m voting for Trump! Any third thoughts?”

“Get in the Car.”

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Irksome People

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     Nora sets two hot coffee containers on the reception desk then places her handbag on the swivel chair. She removes her coat walking towards the open closet door, several winter coats hang lazily on hangers inside. She buttons her Mohair wool jacket to a wooden one, to prevent it slipping to the floor, and turns to see Don, wearing a smile, wiggling out of his leather bomber.

     Nora says, “Good Morning, Don, I brought you coffee.”

     “Thanks Nora, a peace offering or you gonna start?” He reaches for a hanger and drapes his jacket on it. The heavy shoulders pull to one side and the end of the hanger pokes the forearm of the garment.

     She answers, “Peace offering, although I find it irksome and would not abuse such a beautiful article of clothing if it were mine, it’s yours and you have every right to hang it anyway you like.”

     Don’s smile broadens, “Irksome as in irk? A little word, short and to the point. Irk, produces a sharp sound with little effort if you pucker you lips together, Nora,” then his smile fads.  

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Sincere Valediction

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Amanda holds the pen tightly and pauses, she could go vulgar; an f-you or drop dead? That is not her style. Love or hugs, both would be sarcastic. She scans the words, a Dear John letter of sorts, hastily scribbled telling him farewell, adios, and good-bye.

Her cell rings. The screen says it is John, not the real John, her John. Seconds before the call transfers to voice box, she picks up.

His raspy voice says, “Amanda, I’m so sorry, Jimmy got stopped, a DUI, I went to pick him up. He was so messed up I didn’t have a chance to phone, I know I said this wouldn’t happen again, please say you’ll forgive me.”

Amanda takes time to respond thoughtfully, with patience, “John, that’s what you said last time you were a no-show. What happened then? Was that the time your mom fell in the driveway? I have trouble remembering. Perhaps it was the time you drove that woman who was attempting to transport $500 of groceries in a baby stroller, home.”

“Amanda, you know I love you. I’m just no good about calling. I start getting caught up in their problems and the next thing I know I’m in trouble with you. Please you got to understand.” His voice is soft and genuine, sincere.

She clears her throat and states firmly, “John, let’s be candid.”

“Amanda, why are you calling me John? And candid? You don’t love me. Never could accept me for who I am. You want me to be perfect, show up when I say I will, phone when I can’t. I’m a sloppy careless stupid person who loves you. But that isn’t enough! No never enough. Guess what Amanda, we are so done.” John hits the end call button.

Amanda picks up the pen and writes a valediction, Sincere Regrets, before signing her name on the bottom of the letter.

. . . . Seriously Just Saying