There was a bale of laundry that needed my attention so I cut out a Dress no. 1 this morning and then went right downstairs to sew it while the laundry was flopping around. After a while I got hungry, looked at my watch, and it said 11:23 so I figured I'd go upstairs in about half an hour or maybe 45 minutes to have lunch. I sewed for what felt like an hour, checked my watch, and it said 11:23. Um, it seemed that I had poked the button on my Garmin Vivofit and it was displaying steps, not time. Arrrgh. It was actually 1:50. No wonder I was hungry. After scarfing down a chicken sandwich, mini cuke, and an orange, I went back down and finished the dress by 3:30. Now I have something new to wear on my upcoming trip to Florida.
31 January--Barbara Malcolm, Three Cheers for Murder.
Marlene was happy she’d straightened up the living room before she’d gone downstairs to work that morning. She invited Len to take a seat and went to the kitchen to make coffee. While it was brewing, she returned to the living room to find him admiring the framed botanical specimens and archeological artifacts on her walls.
“This stuff is great. Where did you get it?” he asked.
“The leaves, plants and flowers I either grew in the window boxes or collected in Arizona one summer about eight years ago. I’m glad you like it.” She left the room to get the coffee and cups. “How do you take your coffee, Len?”
“Just black.” Returning with the tray she set it on a low table and poured him a cup. “Thanks. Smells great,” he sat in one of the side-chairs near the table. “So, tell me, have you always wanted to own a bookstore? I’ll bet it’s an interesting job.”
Marlene seated herself at one end of the couch across from him and sipped her coffee. “Actually, I wanted to be an archeologist, but my mother died in a car accident in the winter almost nine years ago and to stay in college I had to keep the store running. The years passed and I felt I couldn’t pursue my dreams of going on archeological digs and still support myself, so I switched my major to literature and just stayed here. What about you? Do you like being a policeman?”
“I had other dreams too. I went to the university to study law, but I just couldn’t handle the stress, so I switched to law enforcement. My parents weren’t, and still aren’t, thrilled but I guess I like it.”
Gazing into her cup Marlene commented, “Sounds like we had the same kind of parents. Kitty always encouraged me to be more like her and those self-centered cheerleaders she coached. Always buying trendy clothes and makeup for me, always ordering books to make me more like her. Never happy with me the way I was. It was hard growing up in that sort of environment.” She looked at him and he could see she had tears in her eyes.
Len put down his coffee and moved to sit beside her on the couch. Holding her right hand in his, he tried to comfort her. “Oh, Marlene, don’t cry. I know how you feel. My dad’s a big executive and he wanted me to be a lawyer so he could brag about me to his friends. Mom’s all involved in her charity work and would have talked endlessly about “my son, the lawyer.” It was a bitter pill for them to swallow when I couldn’t hack law school and decided to become a cop. I think I took the job here in Ashville just so I wouldn’t have to see the look of disappointment in their faces every time they see me.”
This pair of sparrows came to bathe while I was eating lunch. See how gray and dreary it had gotten? People can't live like this. Okay, I can't live like this. I need sunshine. They're threatening us with a sunny Sunday and maybe Monday too. Oh, fingers crossed.