Hangin' On...
A sample of my work environment, since it also constitutes my life right now, seems appropriate. :-) Please pray for me--the work goes hard, but well.
“Marcia? Are you near Scott?” – Grace on IM, trying to get hold of Dad.
“In what sense? Spiritual? Ecumenical? Physical?” – Mom
“I’m not feeling like the fittest survivor right now…” – Christy
“This girl’s last name is Coffee. If that’s not a sign from God, I don’t know what is.” Grace, entering orders while coffee-deprived.
“As advertised, it died.” – Mom on her battery-dead cell phone.
“Last year you wanted to move to Tuscany, and now it’s Montana! What will it be next?” – Christy to Mom
“Hopefully something closer to home. This is a good trajectory so far.” – Laura
Scene: Christy, after Tuesday prayer, finds a small scented note on her seat. She picks it up, and immediately bursts out laughing.
“Where is Laura? I’m going to kill her!” – Christy, still laughing.
“What!?!” – Casey
“She left a random unsigned love note on my seat!” – Christy
::David immediately seizes the note and begins to read aloud::
“Most excellent Christina, I love you dearly and forever. The sparkle of your eyes is like the coruscations of light off a plashing brook. Your brilliance dazzles like amicable lightning. Your sense of care is as sweet as June roses to the tired nostril. And I thought it was important enough to write it down on paper. Yours sincerely, etc.”
::Laura cautiously reappears, having gone down to the other warehouse while the note was found and read::
“But why?” – Casey
“Well, yesterday when Jay said that she had a note in the curriculum for Christy, Christy was teasing her and asking if it was a love note and said that she always wanted one on paper. So I made her one and scented it.” - Laura
“You…. ::Christy sniffs the note:: … Ugh, you did! Wow.”
“I figured it would take her about twenty seconds to figure out who did it.” – Laura
“Oh, I recognized your handwriting.” – Christy
“You have just earned yourself the nickname of ‘the amorous bandit.’” – Davy to Laura in a pleased tone.
::Later::
“You know, Laura, I must say it was a nice progression of similes.” – Christy, thoughtfully
::Laura snorts with laughter:: “Thank you.”
“Why is there a comma there?” – Mom to Davy
“Because I like commas a lot.” – Davy
“Someone should teach you to write.” – Mom
“Good grief…” Christy to herself, finishing off an appallingly long list of epic traits.
“I agree. That indentation is terrible.” – Laura, from behind her
“Um, I wasn’t talking about that…” – Christy
“I know, but I wanted to remind you that your life could be much more petty and detailed. I, for example, have a whole box full of purple pens.” – Laura, clearly under the influence of editorship
“I’m going home for lunch now! It’s not because I don’t like the rest of you; it’s just that you aren’t edible.” – Davy
“I’m pretty sure that in the old English spelling it’s like that” – Christy, in answer to Laura’s question about “prophesy”
“Is it like that in the real… um, the current English spelling too?” – Laura
“I think so. Nice recovery.” – Christy
“I try not to show that I’m a reverse chronological snob.” – Laura
“You want to know how much more surreal your life could be, Christy?” – Laura
“Sure!” – Christy
“Choc and Pik play a powerful game of Pok-a-tok.” – Laura, reading aloud from her Tapestry editing.
::Pause::
“But you can’t guess from the names which one is a minor deity and which is a human boy.” – Laura
“Marcia? Are you near Scott?” – Grace on IM, trying to get hold of Dad.
“In what sense? Spiritual? Ecumenical? Physical?” – Mom
“I’m not feeling like the fittest survivor right now…” – Christy
“This girl’s last name is Coffee. If that’s not a sign from God, I don’t know what is.” Grace, entering orders while coffee-deprived.
“As advertised, it died.” – Mom on her battery-dead cell phone.
“Last year you wanted to move to Tuscany, and now it’s Montana! What will it be next?” – Christy to Mom
“Hopefully something closer to home. This is a good trajectory so far.” – Laura
Scene: Christy, after Tuesday prayer, finds a small scented note on her seat. She picks it up, and immediately bursts out laughing.
“Where is Laura? I’m going to kill her!” – Christy, still laughing.
“What!?!” – Casey
“She left a random unsigned love note on my seat!” – Christy
::David immediately seizes the note and begins to read aloud::
“Most excellent Christina, I love you dearly and forever. The sparkle of your eyes is like the coruscations of light off a plashing brook. Your brilliance dazzles like amicable lightning. Your sense of care is as sweet as June roses to the tired nostril. And I thought it was important enough to write it down on paper. Yours sincerely, etc.”
::Laura cautiously reappears, having gone down to the other warehouse while the note was found and read::
“But why?” – Casey
“Well, yesterday when Jay said that she had a note in the curriculum for Christy, Christy was teasing her and asking if it was a love note and said that she always wanted one on paper. So I made her one and scented it.” - Laura
“You…. ::Christy sniffs the note:: … Ugh, you did! Wow.”
“I figured it would take her about twenty seconds to figure out who did it.” – Laura
“Oh, I recognized your handwriting.” – Christy
“You have just earned yourself the nickname of ‘the amorous bandit.’” – Davy to Laura in a pleased tone.
::Later::
“You know, Laura, I must say it was a nice progression of similes.” – Christy, thoughtfully
::Laura snorts with laughter:: “Thank you.”
“Why is there a comma there?” – Mom to Davy
“Because I like commas a lot.” – Davy
“Someone should teach you to write.” – Mom
“Good grief…” Christy to herself, finishing off an appallingly long list of epic traits.
“I agree. That indentation is terrible.” – Laura, from behind her
“Um, I wasn’t talking about that…” – Christy
“I know, but I wanted to remind you that your life could be much more petty and detailed. I, for example, have a whole box full of purple pens.” – Laura, clearly under the influence of editorship
“I’m going home for lunch now! It’s not because I don’t like the rest of you; it’s just that you aren’t edible.” – Davy
“I’m pretty sure that in the old English spelling it’s like that” – Christy, in answer to Laura’s question about “prophesy”
“Is it like that in the real… um, the current English spelling too?” – Laura
“I think so. Nice recovery.” – Christy
“I try not to show that I’m a reverse chronological snob.” – Laura
“You want to know how much more surreal your life could be, Christy?” – Laura
“Sure!” – Christy
“Choc and Pik play a powerful game of Pok-a-tok.” – Laura, reading aloud from her Tapestry editing.
::Pause::
“But you can’t guess from the names which one is a minor deity and which is a human boy.” – Laura
posted by Praelucor at 11:20 AM
4 Comments:
hahaha! You all get more hilarious the more exhausted and stressed you are, I guess. That's the best selection yet.
::giggles heartily:: Keep up the quotage!!
I wanna work there! Wah.
Speaking of spiritual-ecumenical-physical, we need to talk about Cyrano soon.
Well, old chap, all you have to do is develop some skills that Tapestry can use. ;) As for Cyrano, you have my cell phone number I hope. Feel free to use it at any time--the creative team has 24-hour access to my brain (though why you'd want it... :-P). Thanks for all your help on this project, Peter! So far it has been extremely valuable. :-)
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