Gita's Blog – November 2011 Archive (12)

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The Doctor is In (6x3)

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The hour is late, and you've already seen more than 30 patients today.

I make a remark about assembly line medicine and "is this what you envisioned when you entered your field?"

I have a list of  questions since our last appointment a week ago, and I begin by saying, "I really don't know what direction to go here, so I need you to be my compass."

You smile warmly at this, and for some reason that feels good.

Then I hear the…

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Added by Gita on November 29, 2011 at 7:30pm — 9 Comments

Stump Makes a Prediction



The single most important sporting day of the year for Stump Shiner was the Turkey Day Classic, in which the Hayneville High Bobcats played arch-rival Greenville High Dirt Daubers. Both team quarterbacks were evenly matched this year, as were the defensive linebackers and guards, yet Stump knew for certain, even before the anthem was played, that Hayneville would win the day.

“How can you be so sure?” Charlene…

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Added by Gita on November 26, 2011 at 12:30pm — 11 Comments

Suddenly Empowered, She Uses Her Talents

After your gasbag boss and his timorous wife left, I washed out their wine glasses and went to sit in the porch swing. The man was impossible, and, yes you’d warned me. Last thing before leaving, he'd waved his hand imperially and said, "Now that you two gals have met, I expect you to be thick as thieves."

The evening -- cocktails, dinner, circumspect conversation -- put me in mind of an old sitcom in which the husband…

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Added by Gita on November 24, 2011 at 12:49am — 14 Comments

Three Hearts Beating (6x2)

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Do you remember that time when you took me down to the river, and your sister called me your “Brazilian slide?”

I remember that shad were schooling in silvery clouds just below the surface -- the first I’d ever seen.

I sat on the old, grayed boards of the pier, letting my feet cool in the river until you and she came to join me with a pint of…

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Added by Gita on November 20, 2011 at 8:00pm — 9 Comments

Reading Railroad

Me and Teeny were playing Monopoly at her house while her warty Granny served us burnt-up cookies with hard raisins.

Teeny knows I always collect the railroads, my trademark way of playing which, if you want to know, is the one sure way to win. But you have to own all four railroads, and Teeny would not trade with me out of spite and malice. So after I offered her Park…

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Added by Gita on November 18, 2011 at 9:30pm — 9 Comments

A small, still form

The storm briefly spawned a tornado today, a rare occurrence in November in these parts. Violent winds lashed my street, felling 300-year-old oaks. The neighborhood became a maze of deadends where block after block, giant trees criss-crossed the roads. Some had fallen onto houses while others had knocked down power lines.

The fire and rescue units were out in force to assess the injuries caused by the storm, and from a…

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Added by Gita on November 17, 2011 at 2:11am — 9 Comments

Chameleon

The day I adopted your mannerisms, your flat Midwestern vowels, I worried you would notice and declare, “This isn’t like you.”

It was hard, at first, to walk with your long stride, to move my arms with purpose, shout greetings to people of importance as if I knew them (as if I’d been to parties at their homes to benefit leukemia).

I rose earlier and dined later, drank scotch on rocks…

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Added by Gita on November 14, 2011 at 7:00pm — 9 Comments

I'm Obsessing Over Penn State

Let's say you walk into a shower and see a little boy pinned against the wall being anally raped.

Wouldn't your first reaction be to yell, "HEY!!! What the hell do you think you're doing?" and then rescue the child?

Yep, mine too. I would not go to my Daddy and say, "Oooooh, Daddy, what should I do?"

I'd…

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Added by Gita on November 11, 2011 at 10:00am — 20 Comments

You Know, With Buttons?

I went  into a store and headed to the women's sportswear department to look at sweaters. Not finding what I wanted, I approached a salesclerk who was folding jeans and asked, "Do you have any cardigans?"

"Whats's that?" she asked, all blank- faced.

My brain began blaring,  Ah-OO-ga, Ah-OO-ga, mayday, mayday, a thing it does when I am in the presence of, how can I put this kindly...  a moron.

"It's a kind of sweater that opens in the front with…

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Added by Gita on November 8, 2011 at 3:19am — 17 Comments

Bootsy Goes Into Overtime

Bootsy Sykes twisted in his fawn, corduroy La-Z-Boy to reach a bag of Salt ‘N Vinegar potato chips without having to get up or take his eyes off the television screen.

His beloved 'Bama was in sudden-death overtime against  number one LSU.…

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Added by Gita on November 6, 2011 at 2:30am — 14 Comments

A Word a Day



He learns one word for every word he is forgetting.

 Tremulous took the place of a brother‘s name, and yesterday,

when he blanked on the cities where he grew up, he learned

the meanings of lambent and marcescent.

He walks…

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Added by Gita on November 3, 2011 at 11:30am — 10 Comments

Chapter One, the first six of my NaNoWriMo

The news item in the Montreal Gazette on page C-4 took exactly one minute to read. She had been the fifth jumper in as many years, anonymous, shabbily dressed, shredded by the oncoming subway train. She’d had no purse and nothing in her pockets.

Video of the platform showed her standing stock-still in profile as one train after another stopped… Continue

Added by Gita on November 2, 2011 at 6:30pm — 13 Comments

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