The Message Column

August

balmy breeze

Aug 3, 2015

When things don't go well . . . we often make excuses. Especially if we made a social blunder. A tense situation? The Deli counter. Being impatient. I regret my quick witted snark. The part of my brain for snark was turned on and the part for decorum and politeness? I guess it was off.

Well, needless to say if you ever complain about anything to a service person you make a grevious error. First, even if I was correct and they were slow-walking behind the counter (yes) I still should have been able to deal with the 10 minutes in the back room getting the salami roll. I walked away. A bad idea. So I thought about it and went back and went up to the girl but it was the wrong one. I accused. What a jerk I was. And even as I was saying it I regretted saying it.

I asked for my item. She was still cutting it.

And then one of the other staff, after about a minute (because she was being a little bit slow with the cutting) said that he wanted me to know that she was one of the hardest workers in the place. Maybe I just pay a little too much attention, but I still say that the service there is too slow.

So I just said 'thank you.' Isn't it good to know she's one of the best workers? I am sure that I was being a jerk and also that she, and all of them, don't cut the slices quickly so that they have less to do. That is what I see with my eyes. The fact of my breaking down and saying that they are too slow doesn't make them faster.

When I got the package I contemplated if I should really buy the cold cuts or just leave them somewhere else in the store. I resolved that I would pay for them and if I still felt that they were somehow tainted then I would just suck it up and throw them away at home. I guess I needed some sleep and meditation. I felt like a jerk all day. I meditated for a few hours. I was mad at myself. I know that they are slow there. They always are.

The whole thing was my fault because I was too impatient. Part of what they do there is almost a form of theropy for some of the older people who shop at that counter. But it's all done in slow motion.

So it made me rethink the whole theory of 'the meat counter' and of 'cold cuts' and then I had remembered that it was years ago and I'd given it up for a while, deciding to buy those meats that are already sliced. But then there was someone very interstig who I really wanted to enjoy, a cool person who gave me some amount of joy just from the fact of being so free and awesome, obviously up and coming. Far too much younger than me for me to be anything more than a fond patron. And that is when I started using the deli counter again.

Convessions? Guilt for feeling too strongly for a stranger? More guilt for being a jerk to people who were in their mid-morning lull. More upset because I could have grabbed the ticket before the old man who took 15 minutes to get three items. The deli-guy kept holding up a slice and asking it was OK, thick enough, thin enough, wahteva.

Realizing that I was being a jerk halfway through the whole encounter. Being shamed by someone who was not even involved by being told that she was the best worker. Great. I'm a jerk. Yes, but they are slow there. It's obvious to anyone that's there.

I'm eating a dead cow. Deli folks are slow. I am eating something that was ground up and made into a salami. They are slow. What is my hangup. So what they are slow. Rethinking the whole concept of cold cuts and the whole concept of deli-service people. The social dynamics of thereputic deli-man banter to a person with obvious issues with forgettery. That deli-guy could be a natural psychologist and be a boon for alzhiemer's patients. Feed a slice. praise and be nice. Why could I have not been there, in that space, caring for the elder victim of forgettery?

Well, so, how do I handle it? Do I go back and make a big show and apologize and try to appease my guilt? If I ever need them to cut something? If I see them I'll say thank you for being patient while I was being impatient. I am sure that it gets heated there at times. I have been in service business too, once or twice or thrice a clerk, ran a bus station for the morning and midnight shifts, various other jobs. I know how self-entiled and imprious sleep-deprived people can get. so I should never be the jerk at the deli-counter impatient for my indulgence of dead cow as salami. Am I too blunt?

The best part of this is the memory of the cool person who used to work there. Hoping for the joy of life to come and rest upon that one so awesome and cool, a shaggy rock-star type.

And, ya, I do feel some need to, if I see them, make good to them for my being impatient. Best to get the already sliced or to not buy cold cuts at all anymore.

I suppose that anyone who has read this far would be saying by now 'editor, get over yourself!'. I get it. And so, after a siesta, I'm fine. I've analyzed what I did wrong, my blunders. And I didn't actually do anything but just express a sense of frustration, so . . . I think I do need to get it over. So this is the end of this column.

moonlight
dancing
forest
river
crossing

Your sparse dialog
makes it OK
Your terse words,
you lack of splurge.
Your skimpy story
and plot holes
drill or moles?
saving souls.

A big tanker truck
with the sun light through the translucent splashing, tossing, rocking rolling
liquid
some kind of green
wave 
machine looking
whizza keen
something to watch
the guys
who run the truck
smile at me because they know
what I'm looking at.

you think you can make it to town some day and play that guitar like you used to?

If he means that there ain't nothing he can do about it
does the scene mean there's nothing we can say about it?
Does he mean that there's nothing more to do about it?
But he said that there ain't nothing more to say about it?


clean water for you.
Clean air for you and your love who is true.
safe and dry place for you.
Safe and dry and bug free too for you and your love who is true
and your family too
that will be come from the both of you

safe place for you
even if you don't have a love that's true.
family for you even if you don't think you do.
safe place, clean water, for your family and you.

  

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      🖐♥♥Jesus♥♥🖑
     🖐♥♥ is the♥♥🖑
🖐♥♥ life and the ♥♥🖑
♥♥🖑🖐Resurrection!♥♥🖑🖐

terse midnight moon dancing
forest
living the three AM breath
waking up somewhere safe
set back from the road
in a peaceful place
moon setting
Sun about to rise.

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moonlight
dancing
forest
river
crossing

Midnight hollar talking dancing
forest midnight moon walk harvast thoughts
3AM truck ride to a mountain gap 
some raging gorge even drunk they know not to go there
after such rain
with changing skies and
gallows moon thoughts some memory it's
saturday night with the rain at the gorge
no gallows
no vigil
no manhunt
for you
midnight moonlight forest dancing

 
terse 
moonlite
dancing
forest
light
midnight
swimming deep
looking up
moon
dancing
from the waves
on the surface
pulling up
onto a dock
toweling off
walking to the shore
up the beach
back to the state highway
walk that long hill down
till midnight becomes three AM
waking up
in a place set back and safe and out of the way
the moon
just setting, 
Sun about to rise.
 

In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Bill didn't like that I put his 'story' up. Bill: get overyourself. Stop being scared. Say what you mean. Why all of this bracketized cowardice?

And he's got all kinds of new music to share but he's too chicken to put it up. Grow a pair, bill. Let the public hear your music!

Truck-u-later

OK, enough of this.

July 22, 2015

We sure do need a billion dollar idea.

. . . well . . . 
     Truck-you-later!


Praise the Lord for his unfailing love!

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  Praise
   the
   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!

  well, nothing more here today.