"When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long... What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write?"

Sunday, November 28, 2010

A Refreshing Change of Scenery

So, the past week (for the majority), I have been in my home, with my family, either doing homework...or, staring at my homework. People are starting to get sick, and that is the last thing I need to be around, especially with being on the Prednisone. So me and my good friend went to an old favorite diner for breakfast today, and I remembered why it made me so happy. Here is a picture:

It was perfect today. To put you in the scene, consider the following:

There was a violinist and pianist (not seen in picture) that were playing a soft medley of christmas music in the background. This was right next to a fireplace, which made the room a welcoming warm from being outside. The diner is only the size of about 2 average kitchens put together. The walls are made of wood. There is an ice cream parlor by the front of the diner (seen in picture), where they have a small t.v. with the news playing. Two old men sit at this booth on high stools, reading the newspaper as they chat with eachother about the news and the holidays and make jokes. The shop is run by a family, and everytime we go its the mom working, the grandma and the son, who is probably 11-12 (he just helps out). It is adorable. They have signs hanging everywhere such as, "Sit, relax, gossip.", "Unattended children will be sold to the highest bidder", "Give me the coffee and no one gets hurt", "Grandma's busy: Take a cookie"...and many more. The specials are written on a chalkboard. There is coca-cola memorabilia hanging in random spots everywhere. The kid that helps out walks by holding a collection of juices, teas and coffees people ordered and tells his mom they need to make another pot of coffee, who is taking an order from another couple. Wonderbread is stacked in storage on their shelf for that day. There is a bubble gum machine by the door. At the register, there are pictures of the family that owns it as they have grown up.

It was perfect. Nice refresher on scenery...Nice uplifting part of my day.

~ A Happy Writer in a Nurse's Body

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