Home for the Holidays

Being around family for the holidays is the real reason I celebrate. Seeing far flung siblings, new little nephews and teen age cousins who are suddenly grown. And my parents! They’ve  gone on without me to do new things they never did while I was at home.

I can’t wait to be with them. I’m glad when it’s over.

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Walla Walla Bing Bang

It’s my job to complete the map of Mars now that we’ve successfully landed a spacecraft there. It isn’t an easy job coming up with appropriate names for all the places we’ve discovered so far. I’m going with walla walla bing bang for the largest mountain range. It’s a big mountain. It deserves a big name. There’s a cave in the mountainside that our cameras can see. I’m naming it flying purple people eater. I feel sure future explorers will thank me.

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The Playlist

It was Jonah’s playlist. It was full of bouncy tunes perfect for driving. It should make her happy that it was still available on Spotify and she could play it whenever she wanted. She’d get in the car, turn on the music and sob. There was no driving to Jonah’s playlist.

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So, Tomorrow

So, tomorrow? I’ll see you tomorrow?

Well, maybe. The polls don’t close until 7 PM. Want me to come over after that?

Sure. Sure. I’ll have some dinner for you. I know you’ll be exhausted.

Okay. We can watch the returns together.

Great. If it’s good news we’ll drink champagne. If it’s bad news we’ll drink whiskey. I’ll see you tomorrow.

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I’m a little nervous about

I’m a little nervous about introducing them. Who know if they will say something inappropriate? They are conservatives, after all. They may not “get it.”

On the other hand, I’m more than a little nervous about the people he meets in his everyday life. They might do more to harm him than merely make unenlightened statements.

I’m just nervous, period.

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Hurry

It took everything I had to be patient with her, not to hurry her along. It wouldn’t have done much good to urge her to keep up, because she couldn’t have done it. So I reset my eager, impatient brain. I went at her pace. We chatted along the way, and we got where we were going. What was my hurry, anyway?

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A Bumpy Night

“Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.” He grinned at me and started up the stairs with a flourish of his hips.

I couldn’t remember the correct comeback. I wasn’t in the mood to play his games anyway. I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the good bottle of Scotch – the one hidden way in the back of the cabinet. I plunked it on the table, grabbed a glass, and sat down to consider our options.

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Favorites

Keeping warm.

Oh, yes, she knew all his favorites. Favorite dinner. Favorite dessert. Favorite sweater. Favorite Netflix movie. Favorite brand of beer. Favorite spot for the coffee cup. She knew all those things and gave him all those things. It wasn’t enough. He still beat her.

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Bunch

I peered through a bunch of kids, mostly boys. They swooped by on skateboards, they sat on benches to talk, they glanced furtively at the adult invading their domain. I couldn’t see him. I looked in every direction.

A good-looking blond boy separated from the others. He ambled my way. “Can I help you?” he asked.

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Seat Belt

She fell heavily into the passenger seat. The car was boiling hot so she left the door open for a minute to cool things down. She hooked her seat belt and leaned out to close the door.

The seat belt grabbed her and she couldn’t reach the door. She turned to her daughter, who had picked her up at the emergency room. “Typical,” she said. She unhooked, then closed, then hooked. “Take me home,” she said.

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