{"id":306,"date":"2010-05-10T16:04:15","date_gmt":"2010-05-10T22:04:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=306"},"modified":"2010-05-10T16:04:16","modified_gmt":"2010-05-10T22:04:16","slug":"saturday-morning-triptych","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2010\/05\/10\/saturday-morning-triptych\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Morning Triptych"},"content":{"rendered":"

1. Bun Run<\/h3>\n

A good day for a taco. \u00c2\u00a0The sky was grey but not ominous. \u00c2\u00a0The temperature was comfortable. \u00c2\u00a0A slight breeze blew as I put a book under my arm and walked out the door to go to\u00c2\u00a0Torchy’s<\/a>.<\/p>\n

A mile into the walk, I came to the big street and waited for the light to turn. \u00c2\u00a0On the other side, there were police cars with flashing lights and barricades blocking some of the traffic and police officers standing around. And there were people walking in one lane of the big street that was cordoned off.<\/p>\n

I had forgotten about the Bun Run; these were the walkers at the end of the race. \u00c2\u00a0I crossed the street quickly, hoping to beat the crowd for a migas taco<\/a>.<\/p>\n

2. Fluffy Dogs<\/h3>\n

I sat outside with my cup of coffee and a hot taco with more migas on it than would stay contained between the corn tortillas. \u00c2\u00a0My eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure as I set down my book and used two hands to make sure the eggs and cheese and tomatoes and avacado and onion and peppers stayed put.<\/p>\n

Some ladies sitting next to me tried to get their dogs to behave. \u00c2\u00a0Five ladies and four dogs. \u00c2\u00a0One of the dogs seemed to think the small, fluffy ones were breakfast. \u00c2\u00a0He snarled and growled and lunged, but his owner had him on a short leash and pulled him back.<\/p>\n

The fluffy ones were Pomeranians<\/a> — a white one and a brown one. \u00c2\u00a0Nothing but balls of fluff. \u00c2\u00a0And they barked their non-bark bark trying to meet that nice dog on the other side of the table who was now on a very short leash facing in the other direction yawning from the stress of it all.<\/p>\n

The ladies’ tacos arrived as I finished mine.\u00c2\u00a0The restaurant was now quite full of runners and walkers, and it didn’t seem right to fill up a table just to read, so\u00c2\u00a0I gulped down my coffee, tucked my book under my arm and got up to walk home.<\/p>\n

3. Good Morning for a Hello<\/h3>\n

Back at the big street, I waited at the light again. \u00c2\u00a0The race was done, all the straggling walkers evidently finished. The cordons on the street had already been removed.\u00c2\u00a0Across the street a man was waiting to cross.\u00c2\u00a0The light changed, and he and I waited for all the left turn traffic to turn. \u00c2\u00a0The walk light came on, and we both stepped out into the street.<\/p>\n

He was wearing a black sweather with grey hounds-toothing on the front. \u00c2\u00a0It was windy but not cold, so that caught my attention. \u00c2\u00a0I watched him as we approached each other. \u00c2\u00a0And he watched me.<\/p>\n

As we got closer to each other, I smiled and nodded. He scowled. \u00c2\u00a0The sun was coming out; maybe it was in his eyes.<\/p>\n

As we passed each other, I said, “Hello.” \u00c2\u00a0It really was a perfect morning for a hello<\/em>, I thought. \u00c2\u00a0I smiled again, but his scowl turned sour. \u00c2\u00a0He squinted his eyes and seemed to say something to me, and he returned my gaze and then spat at my feet.<\/p>\n

Good morning for a hello, indeed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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