Tag Archive | friendship

Some People I Knew

Some People I Knew

I am not sad now. Sad is too light a word, like using steam to build a bridge. What weight could such a bridge hold? But the world is bigger than our sense of it, and, depending on conditions, steam can hold a lot. Trapped inside a cylinder, it can pull a chain and lift that […]

Tough Mornings

I went stand-up paddleboarding for the first time. Like all good games, it was just hard enough: lugging the flat fiberglass whale into the water without scratching it (too much), the scuttling leap to a rigid crouch on its gritty surface, the timorous standing upright. Bend your knees, just flow. In remarkably short time I was […]

The Heart of It

My building at work features small rooms meant to provide meeting space without the rigmarole of scheduling. The intention is for impromptu groups to move out of hallways, where they block traffic and annoy others, and slide the door closed. A whole wall is a whiteboard; some have tables and chairs, others noveau-Seventies couches. The […]

Dance Beach Dance

A friend’s last-minute invite to a beach dance party is the gift I need. Summer has made a special preview visit, confusing everyone with warm air but clammy sand a few inches down. She will make a dance floor for freeform ruckus. Tiki torches will hold in the edges. I have been hiking all day […]

Portents

The sun is out, its fullbore discharge laying the land as flat and glassy as if under summer’s hand. People are energized, unable to believe but believing. The city is in an opposite of panic, an ecstasy that still brushes its teeth. Wow, look at it, people say, and they stop and hold out hands to feel […]

Repaired Triumphant

My car eats CV joints. Whether it’s a design shortcoming or deliberate engineering to make sure an otherwise bulletproof model provides some long-term income for dealers, my car ends up with the distinctive clak-clak-clak on sharp turns with eye-rolling regularity. Every two or three years I hear the noise and know it’s another hundred-and-fifty-bucks-or-so to […]

Cat Cancerface

The thing on her face appeared suddenly. She went on her typical evening snoop around the garage, poking in the same boxes and sitting on the same car she always sit on, but came back in with a bump on the ridge of her nose, near the left eye. I thought she’d run into something […]