Monday, January 19, 2009

milk(a short story)

got some snow today. got my truck in a ditch and got it out. now watching someone else have a tow truck try to get them out. ice is real bad on one section of the road. big ole duele truck got stuck. they are from Miami and not so happy, all their luggage is wrapped up in the back of the truck in big black trashbags. at least that is what they told me. they are from Miami ya know. i let one come use my bathroom. grandpa let him know that his truck was "pretty stuck". he was in the bathroom a while, maybe he liked my literature. i gave him a piece of cornbread and a plastic cup of water. afterwards, i realized that i should have given him some milk instead. who eats crumbly cast iron country cooked cornbread with water? he did. i imagine him telling other miamians, that we are strange folk up here, eating cornbread and water. the tow truck left, just backed up and left. now they are huddled inside the truck. i gave them each a string cheese stick and a homemade brownie to hold them over. their women have left. maybe they are happy with just the snow, and cheese stick, and brownie. i couldn't carry any water down there. cheese has water right? anyways cheese stick are better than regular cheese. it has been proven. when you pull the cheese string down, flavor molecules are ripped in half, producing an intense cheese flavor-burst. i know this from experience. i grabbed the bag of pistachios for a second, but my hand, as if guide by a higher force put them back. the cheese-string was on sale, the pistachios were not.it is starting to get dark out. the snow softly falls slowing down the light some. sled marks scar my hill, reminders that being out of control a little is fun. being stuck in a ditch is not. how my truck got out last night is a miracle. those happen alot to me. i wonder if it is because i cry when i pray, or because i pray when i cry. either way, there are many angels asignned to my ass. ones just for ice and snow. possibly just for ditches. the kids always leave their sled out scattered like neon alien trash across my yard. i used to do the same thing. i am an adult now, so suddenly this is very wrong. kids these days. the tow-truck guy is still gone. maybe the guys refused to share their brownies, and he got mad. i don't blame them.i only gave them a couple, in hopes that they would forget about the cornbread. but alas, i supplied no milk. obviously, i got no work done today, not even a drawing.i am forgetting what clay feels like. enough is enough i will work mannana. i wish the tow truck would come back, i guess i will go down and see those guys. maybe bring them some milk.

6 comments:

Scott Smith said...

Jeff, water with cornbread?? What were you thinking? I'm sure they're going to go home and tell stories about the strange people in North Carolina. Well, maybe that's a good thing though - maybe make a few of them think twice before moving up here. I don't blame you a bit for holding back on the pistachios - cornbread, cheese sticks and brownies are quite sufficient. I hope those people aren't still stuck in the ditch. Where did there women go anyway??

Dan Finnegan said...

I've heard tales that the mountains of north carolina were being taken over by those Florida folk. Milk might have spoiled 'em...made 'em think they were welcome.

MudStuffing Pottery said...

I loved the story, especially this line "reminders that being out of control a little is fun". Thanks!

tsbroome said...

We're having corn and black bean soup today along with cornbread while we watch the snow fall. No milk. Gotta save that for the milk sandwiches now that we got some snow here in Chapel Hill! You know, like when people go to get their disaster or bad weather bread and milk for the milk sandwiches! Liked your story!

www.jeffmartinceramics.blogspot.com said...

a pistachio.. a sincle one mind you...runs around 5 cents..nothing to sniff at...dan...yes we are part of florida now i believe..keith i wrote this while staring out the window at the action//or lack thereof..

Deborah Woods said...

I like your story.