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My Sunday Morning…

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I thought I’d write about my morning today since it was a bit out of the usual. Sundays are nondescript laundry days consisting of rest, food, and charging of batteries to deal with the upcoming work week. But today had a weird vibe and contemplative nature attached to it.

7:00am – I awoke to the usual leaves and branches motioning outside my window; some reaching over to flick the pane (later I realized it was actually raining – I do love the cold and rain and hoped it would last throughout the day).

Yesterday I told myself I was going to wake up by 5:30am to get an early bird start and hopefully an empty Laundromat (I enjoy being the only one there – people bug me up close but I do love them… from afar, really I do… if from afar). No such luck on the early rising. A full belly and some late television viewing the night before put that idea to rest.

7:15am – Sorting through the clothes while watching cable TV, I come across a Liam Neeson movie – “Before and After”. While watching a scene with Meryl Streep and Liam, instead of marveling at her greatness, all I could think of was Liam Neeson’s Cock!

Thanks Kevin Smith…(long story)

7:45am – The wife leaves to get morning breakfast donuts for the kids. I load up the car with the laundry and I realize I need bleach (color & white). So, I head over to the store, grab what I need, and high tail it to the checkout line. Here, I come across the better-half in line?! (Instead of buying chocolate milk for the kids at the donut shop, she was buying chocolate syrup for making at home.)

So, the wheels come alive and clank about in my head… I sneak up to *My Lala*, bump into her with the bleach bottles, and in my best Marlee Matlin voice…

[Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m going straight to hell – I’ve accumulated enough frequent flyer miles to get there and back, twofold – I’ve even sat for the framed portrait, and helped design my own wing complete with cordoned off red velvet rope for the dedication ceremony.]

So… so, I says, “Pweetty Wady! Con yue buy my bleesh foo mee???”

My kingdom for a camera crew to catch her expression. I truly enjoyed the taken aback, shocked, priceless look on her face as she said, “Oh of course you can… wait… what?!”

Love it. 🙂

8:00am – So, we say our goodbyes; I realized I should have taken out $20 for laundry while I was there but didn’t. So, I’m off to 7-Eleven for some cash.

Wait… why is the parking lot entrance blocked off with what looks like yellow police crime scene tape? Why are the windows boarded up? Why does it look like I’m in South Central LA after the Rodney King Riots?

Wow … my trusty local neighborhood 7-Eleven is no more. Just like the corner Mobile gas station…the Big-O-Tires… the Lazyboy furniture store… the Long John Silver’s fish place. All bulldozed clear and clean. Strange… something is up ‘round these parts. Only time will tell. Stay tuned.

We *did* add an In-N-Out Burger recently so I guess we can call it even.

8:15am – I drive back to the market shopping center (where I should have taken money out in the first place) and go to the ATM in the same said shopping center (yep, I could have gone there earlier, too)… I blame it on still reveling at putting it on the wife.

OK, I get the cash… I drive-thru McDonald’s for a quick breakfast… homeless guy taps my window and asks for a quarter. I feel bad because I know my car is empty of change. I get my food and rush over to the laundry to break my $20… rush back to Micky Dees and find the homeless guy and hand him a palm full of quarters. With a genuine smile, he thanks me warmly and wishes me a Happy Holidays. Huh? Because, that’s right, homeless people don’t carry calendars.

(Quick side note on the homeless: Our area is big on homeless people. We live by a major 8 lane highway with miles of fast food joints, stores, restaurants, car dealerships, and strangely… quite a few cheap (price & quality), old motels that cater to the down and out. I use to come across a young homeless guy that for whatever reason at the time pulled at my heart strings. Maybe because he carried a guitar case and had a musician look about him… disheveled as it was. Something compelled me to hand over all the bills I had in my pocket. And, no it wasn’t a knife that he held to my throat. Luckily, for one of the few times, I had bills in my pocket. I rarely carry cash and strictly use cards for purchases. I must’ve handed over around $18 or so that day. This went on for about 3-4 weeks for a total of around $80 until he no longer was around. I genuinely hoped he had made his way out… whatever *out* may have been.)

8:30am – OK, I load up the clothes in the washers… back to the car to eat my food… I think of my $600 iPhone in my pocket … the $150 cell phone bill… the $150 cable bill… the short 10 day pay period at work (less money to spend).

I looked up to the swaying palms out front of the Laundromat. The majestic blue sky and busy clouds (yes, the rain disappeared as quickly as it had materialize).

I look over to the right at the cemetery… off in the distance I see the Veterans Memorial with flags a flutter (I later walked over for a closer look). All the aged tombstones… All the people who came before (some that unfortunately came after)… All… no longer of this earth.

I look over to the left at the homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk drinking his hot cup of Joe; his backpack and meager belongings close by.

This is our living. This is our *out*.

9:00am – I transfer the wash into the dryers. 35 minutes to kill on my $600 iPhone. I open the Notes app and start to write.

My Sunday Morning…

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Written by REscarcega

May 15, 2011 at 9:36 pm

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  1. Ah, Daddy….

    You just caught me by surprise when you rubbed up against me and asked me to pay for your laundry stuff. Most people who run into me in public places usually don’t ask for anything in return! 🙂

    Did you take those pictures with your phone? Nice shots, hunny bunz!

    Laura

    May 17, 2011 at 12:09 pm

    • Yep… That be the trusty iPhone. The day cleared up really nice which made for some interesting shots.

      Catching you by surprise *was* the idea, silly. I love how you were ready to hand over or offer just about anything! Classic expression! I ❤ you so. 🙂

      REscarcega

      May 17, 2011 at 1:24 pm

  2. Funny, and poignant.

    Cynthia Robertson

    May 23, 2011 at 6:36 pm

  3. I really enjoyed reading this. It was quiet but still made me think and laugh. Have pulled the Marlee Matlan thing on idiot patrons with idiot questions when tending bar at Burning Man; the only place this sort of behavior is encouraged…except with a spouse of course. Your standing in line with the bleach bit made me laugh out loud because of this.
    Your pics remind me of home, instead of the godforsaken desert hell that I currently reside in. Some people call it Reno.
    Just enjoyed sharing your Sunday. And learning about Liam Neeson’s cock.

    Rachael Black

    May 24, 2011 at 5:07 pm

    • Thanks! I’m glad I was able to share my Cock-tabulous Sunday experience with you. 🙂 I’m sorry to hear about Reno… you must not be facing Lake Tahoe, then? I’d hang there all day.

      I do enjoy the various So Cal spots for pic taking. This iPhone camera is cool; I feel I’m barely scratching the surface on what it can do.

      Thanks for reading, Rachael… you’re a Peach! 🙂

      REscarcega

      May 24, 2011 at 6:08 pm

  4. How can 7-11 just up and leave you like that without a single goodbye?

    The Good Greatsby

    May 29, 2011 at 6:59 pm

    • It was quite painful. To know that our relationship was ripped away by an unforeseen, uncaring rival.

      As I pour my Brazilian Bold coffee at the other 7-Eleven franchise 2 blocks away, I find myself glancing back at the direction of my trusted former friend… I think now… a goodbye would not have been enough.

      REscarcega

      May 29, 2011 at 8:37 pm


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