stories

People, places, and and the uncommonplace telling stories as they travel with Morganica (Cynthia Morgan) in mind and memory; neighbors, friends, and findings

2 10, 2016

Bedpans and reachsticks

2025-04-04T22:08:22-07:00

"I'm sorry," I said, falling back with a sigh, "I don't quite have the hang of being an invalid yet." Dave had been rubbing cream on my sore leg, but now his head came up, "Invalid?!?" and his eyes flashed, "You're NOT an invalid. Where did you get that idea?" On Friday night, Sept. 16, 2016, I fractured my left [...]

Bedpans and reachsticks2025-04-04T22:08:22-07:00
29 09, 2016

Saving Elmo 2: The Plan

2025-04-04T22:02:40-07:00

Post-op, 8:30PM Saturday I awoke in the recovery room briefly, like a dolphin surfacing for air. Three brightly chattering lights orbited my head, nurses, asking if I knew who I was (mostly) or had pain (not much). I wondered mildly if I still had a leg, didn't care much either way. That's a sign they're giving you the goooood drugs. On [...]

Saving Elmo 2: The Plan2025-04-04T22:02:40-07:00
27 09, 2016

Saving Elmo 1: I fight concrete…and lose

2025-04-03T21:23:45-07:00

  I didn't see the stairs. Even when I was falling, frantically trying to catch myself and looking down to see what I was falling into, I didn't see the stairs. Dammit. I keep flashing back to the moment of falling. Surely there was something, ANYthing, I could have should have done. Look down. Feel with my toes, hear a [...]

Saving Elmo 1: I fight concrete…and lose2025-04-03T21:23:45-07:00
8 08, 2016

Timmy and Ike

2017-07-03T14:27:04-07:00

Timmy's skinnier than death, grimy with that in-ground dirt that permanently tints the flesh. A worn out army cap slicks down tight to his head, covering a buzzcut barely short of bald. He's swaying a bit, with a little tremor. Guys like that usually don't set foot in a nice diner unless they've lucked into a $20, probably gifted by [...]

Timmy and Ike2017-07-03T14:27:04-07:00
10 07, 2016

(Water) bowl games

2017-07-03T14:28:13-07:00

Ever wake up on Sunday morning, post-whatever frenetic activity kept you up until 2AM the night before and...go back to bed? That was me this morning. Lola and Nikki, my hypercats, politely allowed me an extra hour and a half before reminding me that sleepytime NEVER trumps breakfast. I stumbled into my what-if-you-were-in-a-car-accident-oh-gawd grubbies--it's studio day* today--and served [...]

(Water) bowl games2017-07-03T14:28:13-07:00
4 04, 2016

Saturday musings: glass, color, poisons

2017-07-03T14:32:58-07:00

Rollicking last couple of months. If I were into astrology, I'd probably be talking about cusps and whether Aries was rising or something, which always sounds faintly pornographic. My potentially dirty mind and the vagaries of the universe aside though, yep, it's been a rollicking couple of months. Most of the rollicks (is that really a word?) have centered [...]

Saturday musings: glass, color, poisons2017-07-03T14:32:58-07:00
14 03, 2016

Can I have your number please?

2017-07-03T14:33:48-07:00

"Can I have your number please? You're a nice American, and sometimes I just need to talk to a nice American, you know?" I looked at her, big black eyes brimmed with tears and staring into my soul, and thought, "Boy, she doesn't know me very well, does she?" And I hoped sincerely that she couldn't see into my mind [...]

Can I have your number please?2017-07-03T14:33:48-07:00
1 02, 2016

making enough noise to be heard

2020-03-02T07:44:48-08:00

Yup, I'm a glassMAKER. Noisemaker? That might be another story. In the old days they called us "craftsmen" or "hobbyists," or, to be a wee bit nasty, "crafters," and made unflattering references to tea cozies* and paint-by-number sets. I was told today that the correct term is "maker," and it includes everything from robotics to knitting to calligraphy to programming [...]

making enough noise to be heard2020-03-02T07:44:48-08:00
18 01, 2016

Overcookied

2020-05-05T12:57:27-07:00

You're sick again?" she asked in disbelief. "Yes, but this time for real," I said. Oops. I knew I shouldn't have answered the door... It's the Girl Scouts, back with those dad-dratted cookies. And now, in about five weeks, I get to figure out what to do with NINE BLOODY BOXES of oversugared snackfood. OK, confession time: Sometimes, on the [...]

Overcookied2020-05-05T12:57:27-07:00
14 01, 2016

Root riot, grapes, and the dawning grey

2017-07-03T14:34:40-07:00

"I REALLY like your swatch!" said the chick in the gorgeous teal leather boots, grabbing my arm as she passed, "It's so wintry and I LOVE the contrast!" "Yeah, I was going to say that, too!" said the woman behind me in line at the bakery. Uhm...took me a sec to connect "wintry swatch" with the aqua stripe Markie had painted onto my head [...]

Root riot, grapes, and the dawning grey2017-07-03T14:34:40-07:00
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