Cab 1301

One of the things I will miss most when we leave this city, this urban never neverland that we inhabit, are the cabbies. They can make your whole night.

Tonight we had a great night. Watched some Bears football, spent some time with a married couple whom we really just love, and spent a night laughing at each other. On the way home we flag down a taxi and when we open the door Bon Jovi's Living On A Prayer is blasting on the radio. As if this wasn't good enough the cabbie starts to play the harmonica along with the song. He didn't make a spectacle out of it or anything, just calmly lifted a harmonica to his lips and started jamming. Next came a reall bad cover of Locomotion and so continues the harmonica...

It might seem like a small, little, simple thing but we were giggling in the back seat like a couple of 8 year olds. That silly guy...

If Only

Do you remember the last time you left work, walked out of your job and felt good - like you were doing something worthwhile?

Eyes squint.

The jaw lightly clenches.

The head tilts a little to the left.

"8 years ago. It was a summer job working with 'special needs' children, and it was the probably the last time I felt like I was making a difference."

You can never turn back time... or can you?

Today I Saved A Kitten.

Now I don't expect a medal or anything but I felt pretty pleased with myself. It took me 45 minutes of scrambling, stretching, reaching, offering tuna, and choking on cobwebs, all the while balanced on a porch guard rail but I got the job done.

This litter of kittens and the mom were tucked away in the roof of this old house's porch. Apparently the mother and 3 of her kittens had recently abandoned their hiding place, but one scared little kitten refused to leave the nest... um, well you understand. I was walking down the street and heard the kitten crying. The neighbor lady already had the other cats in her backyard but was worried that she couldn't get the last little kitten down, and that it might fall. So we tried everything we could thing of to get the kitten down. I could see her. She was close enough to lick my finger tips but just out of reach above me. Just when I thought I had her she would crawl back into the shadows.

Eventually, however, I stood on the porch with this beautiful little kitten in the palm of my hand with my knees shaking. Her eyes were bright blue and she was just adorable. I kindly declined the offer of the neighbor lady to keep the kitten - my allergies would not allow it and my dog would not be pleased at all - and walked home partly wishing that I had said yes.

The rest of the day was pretty routine - applying for jobs, running errands, getting my computer back online, etc - but today I saved a kitten!

Change is in the air.

Sick and tired of spinning my wheels. Bogged down in the everyday. Here's something new... a chance. What could it hurt? Nothing. What could it change? Everything.

Bad Joke That The 7 Eleven Clerk Used At Midnight Last Thursday

So this guy dies, right? So he's dead and he goes up to heaven and he sees the pearly gates. Right before he gets to the gates an angel pops out and says, "Whoa, hold on a minute. Before you can get into heaven you have to answer one question."

The Man says, "Okay, what's the question?"

"What is God's First Name?"

"That's easy," says the man, "God's first name is Andy."

The angel responds, 'That's ridiculous! What would make you guess Andy?"

"Well, when I was a young boy we would sing this song in church. 'ANDY walks with us... ANDY talks with us...'"


Me? I just wondered why I was buying a slurpee on my way home from work?

Easy To Forget...

The first few days after our modem went down were frustrating. Needing to check my email several times an hour, post on my blog, Google useless sites, etc. Then I started working more and before you know it weeks have passed and I still have corrected my computer problem. I go for days without checking my email. The world continues to turn. I plan to look into replacing our modem soon but just haven't gotten around to it. The blog has suffered, but not much else. I realized that most of my emails are JUNK and SPAM, MySpace isn't that amazing, and I really don't do much research online.

The dependency is a convenience.

Since Last I Wrote...

My Modem crapped out on me, and I haven't gotten around to repairing/replacing it and so my internet access has been limited. Oh, and I forgot my password to post on this site.

My one act play The Darling Conspiracy was featured in Speaking Ring Theatre's Fourth Annual Viatlity festival. I was very pleased with the production. I need to gear up a few more scripts for upcoming submissions.

We rented a PT Cruiser and drove up to MN for a much needed vacation. It was time to float in the pool, play with the dogs, make goofy faces at the niece and just unwind with loved ones. Of course the days flew by and we made our way back to the city. The daily grind continues.

Oh, and I swallowed a plum pit. I'm not quite sure what happened to it. The first few days afterwards I was alarmed, but now I've just accepted that I may never know what happened to that damn pit.

A Little White Lie

I woke up this morning and recieved several emails from concerned friends who had heard talk of crutches, and my injured knee on my MySpace account. I quickly responded to a few saying that I was fine, and my knee was mending.

However, one of my friends got this email response.

Freak accident. I was in that cab that lost control on Ashland over the weekend. It was on the news. Cabbie has chest pains swerves into oncoming traffic flips the cab and I end up in the hospital for a few days. The worst part is that my left knee was hyper-extended and I'm having to give myself these little shots of some kinda drug, Xenalophx, to prevent what might become gangrene. That's when it becomes serious. Other than the few lost teeth the knee was my only injury. The cabbie is fine and I got on the news so it could've been worse.

He can take it. It's just a little joke that I think might've been wasted on anyone else but this friend. This friend will read my email, think about it and then be torn between the two possibilities.

Is it true?

Is he screwing with me?

Then he'll probably write me back a cautious, 'Hey that sucks about the cab. Gangrene, really?' email, and I'll give up the joke and admit what really happened... "No, bruised my knee. Just clowning around with you. Couldn't help it."


(Come to think of it my best friend's mother would've been extremely distraught over the possibilty of me fighting off gangrene. It would've really been funny. Oh well, maybe next time.)

Hospitalization & Infestation

So I was in the ER last night until after 5 am. There was a 4 hour wait to see a doctor. As I was waiting for my Xrays to come back this old lady woke up from her drug-induced sleep and started singing 'He's Got The Whole World In His Hands' as only a toothless, senile old vodoo priestess can. Then she'd scream at the ER nurses, and call them all demons. Shriek! Shriek! Shriek!

I was there because I knee-capped myself at work. No big deal. Nothing too severe. No fractures, or anything. A severe'contusion'. (I've got a really bad boo boo.) A few hours after the accident I couldn't bend my knee at all. I'm not in excruciating pain, I just can't bend my leg. Even now everything is tight and swollen. So I'm on crutches for a few days, and staying off of my feet.

Except...

From some reason flies are attacking my kitchen. It's amazing. I don't think I've ever seen this many flies without large amounts of dung thrown into the mix. The kitchen's fairly clean, but they come in off of the back porch, which leads to the dumpsters. I've noticed that the flies have increased as the temperatures have risen. So here I am sweating and hopping around the kitchen on my one good leg with a crutch and a roled up Reader. I killed so many flies that I had to sweep. No kidding.

Whataday? Whataday?

My Fortune

Cracked the cookie, and popped one half into my mouth.

Skip the numbers. Who cares?

I read.

Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.

Makes sense.