Laurenburg

When I was in fifth grade my class went on a trip to Colonial Williamsburg. For one of our projects we had to create a town. My dad and I created a magical world of popsicle sticks that looked more like the O.K. Coral than 1776. Let's be honest, my dad did most of the work. But, when he was done, he dubbed the town Laurenburg and painted the word on a popsicle stick sign. Ah, sweet Laurenburg.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Pink Crystal Shopping Cart

I told Evan the whole sequence. I should have come and written the whole thing down right away because it is escaping me now.

I was in someone's kitchen. Someone I liked, but didn't know that well. The house was kind of old and crappy, but I told the husband that it was nice and found a few features to compliment. The kitchen was quite small and the countertops seemed as though they were meant to be temporary, but had been there 15-20 years.

Denise Gibson came out from the guest suite/bathroom drying her hair with a towel. She was staying there as some sort of internship/exchange program.

I was in Longwood, at the intersection of Wekiva Springs Road & 436. I was on the corner where Gooding's was (I think it is Winn Dixie now) trying to cross to the corner with the trashy houses. I had a shopping cart, it was made of pink crystal, like my Lenox candy dish. At first I thought to just push it across. It was so heavy, even though it was on wheels. And then I would go at the next light. Then I realized it would get smashed or stolen so I ran after it, don't walk-type sign blinking angrily at me as I made a scurried waddle across two lanes of traffic.

Phew! I made it. I rested for a moment, then it was time. Cross over to the side where the Springs are. I didn't have the cart anymore. Denise was with me again and she was telling me different anecdotes about her schools, but giving initials for all of them and I was having a hard time following. In a voice like Paula Dean's she told me that Steve Spurrier had left her a message the other night. He said something to the effect of, "I bet you're surprised to hear from me about (product name), but this is actually me not a recording... I made some bad investments and am looking to... I have a daughter I need to take care of...)."

Then Denise and I went on to discuss logistics for a workshop. We discussed different schools that might work and I decided it would be better if I picked the spot but she ran the day since I probably would not be there due to the baby.

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