Overheard at Table 5: Haiku for Bird and Child

Haiku for Bird and Child


From the bough, bird chirps.
Child smashes through mudpuddle.
Laughter of the world.




MR
2020-0829

Overheard at Table 2: We All Return to the Water

The old man sat back in his chair and pontificated about water.

"Everybody's got some relation to the water, you see.  Some dive into the sea and some just skim the waters of the lake.   Some just want to walk along the beach, and others want to see how deep are the cenotes.   But one way or another, everybody eventually returns to the water."

Overheard at Booth 3: Church Announcements

1: This weekend is your turn to give the announcements at church.

2: No way!

1: Yes. way.

2: I can't.  I can't speak in front of crowds.

1: Well, you better get ready.  Your wife signed you up.

2: She must still be mad at me.

1: Ah, don't worry.  It's COVID.  There's nothing really going on at church anyway.

Overheard at Booth 2: for Petra

for Petra


You said we were naught but ideas,
be are we good ideas or bad ideas?

Sometimes, ideas can seem good at the time.
Sometimes, we don't know until
        they have already
                arrived at their
                          completed fruition.




MR
2020-0824

Overheard at Table 1: ... and George

I remember a short story that I read once.  A Christmas story.  It was written sometime between the 20s, to the 50s... probably 40s are the most likely.  I think it was in a collection of short stories that had been printed in the New Yorker. 

It was about 4 pages long, and it was about a guy, can't remember his name, but I think it was George.  He walked up the steps to a Christmas party, and when he walked inside, all the presents were sitting on the table, and while everybody else was congregated in the other room, he went through the tags and added his name to each one.  "... and George" 

Such as "Love from Charles and Sue ... and George!"

Or maybe the story was at a wedding reception ... that would make more sense.

I don't know.  That's all I can remember.   Kills me that I can't remember the story, or be able to find it.  I've looked through my books, the collections of short stories, the collections of Christmas stories, collections of New Yorker stories, but I can't find it.

Strange.

Overheard at Table 1: Bible Study Notes

Psalm 5:3 - I pray in the morning and I look up

Marcos 1:35 - Levantandose muy de mañana, siendo aún muy oscuro, salió y se fue a un lugar desierto, y allí oraba.

Overheard at Table 2: Abraham

Wife: Dang, Abraham really did a number on his wife, didn't he?

Husband: What, you mean having a kid with her personal assistant?

Wife: No, I mean selling her out to every king in the neighborhood.

Husband: Must have missed that.

Wife: The whole thing about, "Yer hot.  Don't tell them I'm your husband or they'll kill me.  Say yer my sister and marry them and we'll get lots of loot!"

Husband: Oh, yeah, forgot about that.   Heh heh.

Wife: What's so funny?

Husband: The thought of renting out the wife for lots of stuff!

Wife: You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking.

Husband: Oh don't worry, baby, I'd never do that to you!

Wife: Because you have too much respect for me, right?   Right?

Husband: Yeah ... sure.

Wife: You're such an ass.