We’ve all committed sins, done many things for which we are not proud, some for which we still feel guilt and others we do not. We walk around with secrets that we try to bury within ourselves, act like they never really happened. No one really suspects we’ve done these wrongs to ourselves and others, but we know, don’t we.
I am currently wearing a bandage and tape on my left thumb. Apparently, I am incapable of understanding that metal with sharp edges is very capable of clicking right through human skin. Continue reading
We have a serious water shortage in California due to a several year drought. Every now and again though, I get a craving for a long, hot shower. Our bathroom is the furthest point from our hot water heater so to help save water, we keep two five-gallon buckets in the shower. They catch all the cold water before the shower gets hot and then we use that water to either water the outdoor plants or dump into the swimming pool. To help even more, when the water turns hot, I like to dial the spray so that it’s more widespread, thin streamed. This way if I want to take a long shower, I use much less water.
I assume many people grew up with hot showers and so they therefore take them for granted. I was not one of these people so it’s hard for me not to consider myself very lucky when I step into that hot water stream. If I turn around with my back to the water, I see to my right a small window that provides a nice view of the neighborhood below. Directly ahead, I see my sink and usually my cat Bandit has her head bent down underneath the faucet, lapping up the slow stream of water that I provided for her. Continue reading
It’s time for another Kim Saga story, (or as she’s known here, her alias name Sheila). When we left off in the last story, it was the Fall of 1975. There was much more action in the summer, fall and winter of that year. This chapter is mostly the Fall and Winter, late 75. What is it about hormones that drives teenagers nuts, (or adults for that matter). Oh, by the way, if Sheila’s mom has stumbled onto this story, leave. Go watch a video on Facebook, one featuring cute kittens or something like that. This story shouldn’t be read by parents. Gone now? Ok, where was I? Continue reading
I got to meet my wife’s grandma for the first time I think when I was 18. They called her Brown Mom because she was always tanned, (like my wife). She lived in California and was relatively well to do. Know how I know? Because she used to give each of her grand-kids a hundred dollar bill for Christmas. That’s like $400 today! My first exposure to the Christmas gift was without grandma. We were dating and I happened to be over at Kim’s house a day or two before Christmas when the kids were all opening up the gift envelopes. Uh-oh, “only” $50 this year! You would have thought someone had died. All the kids were whining and looking for explanation, everyone but my girlfriend. Continue reading
If you are a regular story reader here, you know that posted within my stories, my true accounts, is a longer story line about my girl friend, (now my wife), and me – our early years together from the time I first laid eyes on Sheila, up until our marriage. You can find all of these stories by doing a search on the category Kim Saga within my story blog site. In the last story, Summer of Discontent, (link), I had written about the summer immediately after we were told that we were not allowed to see each other and I ended that story with high school about to begin in 1975.
It was Fall, 1975 and school had begun. We both looked forward to school that year because it meant that we were once again a couple. We saw each other everyday. We coordinated our schedules, even attending a couple of classes together just so we could maximize our time together. As steadies, we had exchanged class rings but Sheila would remove hers before going home at night since technically she was banned by her parents from seeing me. Banning us from seeing each other only strengthened our resolve, making us more determined. We were seniors now and soon we would turn 18 next year. Continue reading