Last day of August. Two-thirds of the year gone.Two Hundred forty-third day of 2010.Stardate: [-28] 03610.00 Not sure what that means, but they it Star Trek: TNG all the time. As for this moment in time and space, this is what my senses tell me.
Nina and Charlie
A lady is texting away on her Iphone. Another lady waits for her macchiato. She samples the silver coffee mug. Nina Simone is playing overhead and Charlie Parker is to my right. I can hear the workers laugh. Fresh brew wafts in the air. Mid-morning and my attention span is short.
A lady is texting away on her Iphone. Another lady waits for her macchiato. She samples the silver coffee mug. Nina Simone is playing overhead and Charlie Parker is to my right. I can hear the workers laugh. Fresh brew wafts in the air. Mid-morning and my attention span is short.
Mesmerized by the lady tap at her tiny touch screen keyboard. She is wearing a wrinkled UCLA tee. Black binder and older leather purse/ back pack are placed in all around in "her' area. Binder is her work. She coughs. She seems to be a former athlete, a swimmer maybe. Wearing flip flops. An outline of a sports bra or swimsuit is under her tee. Perhaps a freestyler or breast stroker. Maybe a nursing student. Short hair in a pony. Thirty something. Purposely Tattered denim of the 90s.
She has a chart of sorts and is warming up her netbook.Her hair is unwashed, unstyled. Focus of a single or windowed mom. Could tell that she has business approach, mixed with vernacular of a therapist. She talks about session of therapy with teachers and children. Maybe a social worker? Her body language is that of an assured confidence. Right knee bent and hip protruding. Short-haircut. Her paperwork showed a chart, perhaps a science chart or an experiment. She uses a pencil and is writing on her papers.
Well, another lady in red sits in front of me. Drinking her flavored iced tea. She is studying her open notebook too. White, green and magenta purse on the table. She is organized. Her faded red shirt is snug. No more luster. Has these button straps on her arm. Reminds me on an old Members Only jacket that men used to be in style a lifetime ago. Shops at the Ross is my guess. White tee underneath. Watch is on her left. Probably a right hander. Clothes don’t seem very fashionable, but this is a lazy Tuesday morning. No highlight marks on her paper. I peaked as she lifted her binder. Fall semester started recently at the college so I would assume she is a student. Papers stack are only on the top few pages. Must be a student.
An older gentlemen just placed his Valley Press on the seat next to hers. Must be a father or uncle. Don’t think its her husband. Seems to big of an age difference. He is wearing a blue button up. Black, shiny faux alligator belt hugs his rising dockers. Many older men have the pants raised up midway on their belly. Like an old school Vato. Thing he is caucasian. Maybe a former mafia, gangster. Don't think he is Italian. Shirt is somewhat untucked. He’s ordering right now. Can’t really hear what is saying. Coffee is my guess.
Prim and proper she sits. Crosslegged. Right over left. She is grasping her leg securely with both hands.
The cashier is counting change. Breaking a roll of coins on the counter, as the change falls to the ground. She apologizes for that. The server comes to my table with the Jumbo peach iced tea. Over priced, but I consider it rent for using the Wi-Fi for the next couple of hours. She says that my reward card can get me most drinks on the menu. Her favorite is Brazilian Berry smoothie. I will try. Its free. Made my ninth drink purchase. Its Yeah Me time. Maybe tonight after I complete some errands on the last day of August.
Medication and Machiato
A traditional man. No ring. Widowed, my guess. People his time didn't divorce. Drinks coffee. Small. He has muffin. Just got a packet from his pockets. Medication of some sort. Never seen that type before. Its PO w/ Food. Means by Mouth with food. Read somewhere that almost every 65+ is taking some type of medication. Dark eyed. Grey and white hair. He eats his muffin with his hand.
A traditional man. No ring. Widowed, my guess. People his time didn't divorce. Drinks coffee. Small. He has muffin. Just got a packet from his pockets. Medication of some sort. Never seen that type before. Its PO w/ Food. Means by Mouth with food. Read somewhere that almost every 65+ is taking some type of medication. Dark eyed. Grey and white hair. He eats his muffin with his hand.
A good shot, too. Just tossed in the ketchup looking packet in the trash a few arms length away. Even had some follow through of the bent wrist. This tells me he is a risk taker of sort. Lazy, too. Shirt is striped. Mini-stripes. The two don’t say a word. She got a coffee cake. Iced tea and coffee cake. Probably not a diabetic.
I wonder what the relationship is? He’s engrossed in his paper. Oops, not Valley Press, A Daily News. Probably lives in the Valley. San Fernando that is. Don’t think he’s from the Woodland Hills. Maybe Northridge or Van Nuys. Clothes aren’t stylish. Looks well worn. He has a gold watch. He walks like an old man. No bounce in his step. The old man shuffle. Yet his shoes are black Maddens. Faux Fashion. He shops at the Rack, Nordstrom Rack, I think. (Thinking the Style Channel must be on TV when I sleep)
UCLA is sitting cross-legged. She reminds me of Michelle in a way.
He's Not Around Here
Coffee man is now using his fork and knife. This after he grabbed a couple of bites with his hand. Now he is choosing to be civil. Its okay either way. Locked on the third page of the front section. Nope, I was wrong. He is reading the sports section. Not studying the stats. Intent on reading the weather, though. Guess, weather becomes important as age goes by. Guess that is why I have the Weather Channel on my Blackberry. Yeah, I am betting he is not Palmdalian.
Coffee man is now using his fork and knife. This after he grabbed a couple of bites with his hand. Now he is choosing to be civil. Its okay either way. Locked on the third page of the front section. Nope, I was wrong. He is reading the sports section. Not studying the stats. Intent on reading the weather, though. Guess, weather becomes important as age goes by. Guess that is why I have the Weather Channel on my Blackberry. Yeah, I am betting he is not Palmdalian.
Thank YouTube
UCLA likes the song overhead. Her heads bobs like one of those kewpie dolls. No I mean Bobblehead. Who is this singer? Maybe Dido. Something alternative. Bouncy in beat. Not the angry femme fatales. More adventurous. Trouble is a friend. . .Trouble is friend you. that is the lyrics of the song. Now its going to bug me. Lenka. That is it. I love the internet at times.
UCLA likes the song overhead. Her heads bobs like one of those kewpie dolls. No I mean Bobblehead. Who is this singer? Maybe Dido. Something alternative. Bouncy in beat. Not the angry femme fatales. More adventurous. Trouble is a friend. . .Trouble is friend you. that is the lyrics of the song. Now its going to bug me. Lenka. That is it. I love the internet at times.
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Hello, Seventh Month of the Year (Originally. Until Some Ceasar Wanted it Somewhere Else On the Calendar. Vanity Amuck)
Well, the two are gone. He left his paper. Said only a few words. “Ready.” So they went. Its time for me to go to. August at the Grind. Thank you for sharing this time with me. See you next year. Hello September. What do you have in stored for me?
