Sitting in the car, in the rain, waiting on trains
Thoughts splashing around our brains, like…
“It’s raining and we’re held up, so naturally the bladder wakes up!”
“’Passing trains’ is a nice title for a book or a musical group…”
“How ‘bout ‘Transports Passing’, or…”
“Wait! Speaking of transport passing, I really gotta go…” and the trains end
Travel takes the thoughts off of pressing matters.
(I had this experience back in May 7, 2016. Just discovered it in my notes)
“Anything else for you? Okeedokee. If you need anything you be sure to let me know, ok?” The waitress made comments and asked questions at all the tables throughout the historic wooden stable room-turned dining area.
I watched her and the other diners, while I soaked up the clatter of plates being cleared off tables, feet thudding across the ancient wooden floors, voices and laughter drifting over from the different booths and tables in the Spread Eagle Tavern and Inn. I imagined hearing Lincoln’s voice chatting with people inside the inn proper, on his way to be president of the United States.
“Did you save room for dessert?” asked the waitress at one of the booths that used to be stables for horses underneath the hay loft.
(I wrote this last February, never posted it…what’s wrong with me?)
The clothes dryer’s heat vapor blows up in tendrils
puffing over the porch
crystallized snowflakes float down behind the white puffs
I’m inside drinking hot dark cocoa
(This happened this morning under the bird feeder outside)
A girl has to look out for herself now and then
Hard winter freezing to death
Now the husband wants to get flirty
She’s hungry, had enough
Peck, jab, peck, attack
He runs for shelter
She returns to calmly eat like doves do
Then repeats the protection sequence through the day
Knowing that soon, she’ll need to start another family, but
A girl has to look out for her own self now and then
rough as a corncob
softens in a gentle winter rain
Forests of winter-tree-gingerbread cookies, thickly and whitely frosted, thoroughly cooled, are all ready for enjoying.
Hot steam fogs the window as we wash the morning dishes together, looking at and chatting about the super moon swiftly vanishing behind the distant trees over the snow topped field.
This third-super-moon-in-a-row marked our 25th wedding anniversary, a beautiful, extraordinary anniversary gift from our Creator who originally brought Chris and I together. What an incredible God, giving me a shy husband, who gave me a super, adventurous marriage experience.
And today, the church in Hanoverton gave us an amazing gift—lunch at the historic Spread Eagle Inn. “Thank you,” we say, with a full orchestra of swelling music behind us!