Friday, October 19, 2012
For William
Wow, blog, it's been FOR-ever!!
Strange. I hardly think of you anymore. To tell the truth, I've been avoiding you. I sit here and stare at you and bite my lower lip and grimace. What's making it so difficult for me to return here? And more importantly, why have a felt such little desire over the last year and a half to write anything?
Like I said, strange. But it's not new. I avoid this blog a lot. I avoid writing too, even though I love doing it and it's a very cathartic. thing for me. I think it's that you put so much of your self into these things...these blogs, these electronic diaries for everyone to see -- it's not even so much the time or energy but for me it's the exposure. The . Although I know that you don't know me and I don't know you (this is not necessarily an entirely true assumption) that it's One thing I know, I came back to revisit the past a little -- It's been a long time since I sat down and read any of my past entries. It's
I think about quitting my blog a bit more than seldom these days. In fact, I think I had convinced myself it was done. .
I think about creating a new one and I think about re-starting the old one.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Leap Year, 2012
It's leap year, 2012. We call it "Leap Year" but really it's just another day. The sun still rises and sets, people still wake up and go to work, or study, or fight, or love. And yet it only happens once every 4 years. It's uniqueness makes it special, it's rarity makes it valuable. It was a double birthday for a beautiful pair of 74 year old ladies who came into my restaurant today and sat down at table number 18.
Table 18 is the one right next to the service station, 5 feet from the bus bins, spitting distance from the computer terminal that all the servers use to print out checks and run credit cards, and 2 yards away from opening that separates the floor of the restaurant from the kitchen. It is, by far, the loudest, most chaotic, obnoxious location in the whole entire restaurant. And yet these lovely ladies had no complaints.
In fact, it was their birthday - February 29th, and they were "both 37," one of them said with a laugh. The one who spoke turned out to be the talkative one. She was clever, and full of such a youthful lightness - it resonated throughout, especially in her eyes. Her eyes laughed when she spoke. They were clear.
They had known each other since they were 9, bonded as leap year babies in elementary school. And here, 65 years later, one was taking the other out for a shared birthday lunch of corn chowder and ciabatta bread.
The extroverted one asked if I had seen the movie "The Artist" and then told me I could have been the leading lady. Another older woman in my section told me she "liked watching me interact with the other tables" and I think I received 2 compliments on my service.
All in all, despite all the positive energy and compliments I got from my tables, and the money I took home in the end, it was a strange day. There was a chaos in the air - I had 4 somewhat large spills in my section - which is unusual. And one troll of a man who shook things up a little in a negative way earlier on. I was able to brush him off eventually, but the sweet ladies on table 18 really made my day, and to them I say thank you. I suppose I should also acknowledge that they give me a 6 dollar tip on $13.
You know, Leap Year only happens once every four years, and Leap Year in the year 2012 only happens ONCE, and for that I am glad.
Table 18 is the one right next to the service station, 5 feet from the bus bins, spitting distance from the computer terminal that all the servers use to print out checks and run credit cards, and 2 yards away from opening that separates the floor of the restaurant from the kitchen. It is, by far, the loudest, most chaotic, obnoxious location in the whole entire restaurant. And yet these lovely ladies had no complaints.
In fact, it was their birthday - February 29th, and they were "both 37," one of them said with a laugh. The one who spoke turned out to be the talkative one. She was clever, and full of such a youthful lightness - it resonated throughout, especially in her eyes. Her eyes laughed when she spoke. They were clear.
They had known each other since they were 9, bonded as leap year babies in elementary school. And here, 65 years later, one was taking the other out for a shared birthday lunch of corn chowder and ciabatta bread.
The extroverted one asked if I had seen the movie "The Artist" and then told me I could have been the leading lady. Another older woman in my section told me she "liked watching me interact with the other tables" and I think I received 2 compliments on my service.
All in all, despite all the positive energy and compliments I got from my tables, and the money I took home in the end, it was a strange day. There was a chaos in the air - I had 4 somewhat large spills in my section - which is unusual. And one troll of a man who shook things up a little in a negative way earlier on. I was able to brush him off eventually, but the sweet ladies on table 18 really made my day, and to them I say thank you. I suppose I should also acknowledge that they give me a 6 dollar tip on $13.
You know, Leap Year only happens once every four years, and Leap Year in the year 2012 only happens ONCE, and for that I am glad.
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