Barbara Case Speers's Blog – August 2014 Archive (11)

Third Call

Feeling a bit buzzed, drinking the last drop, I indubitably guzzled the entire three-dollar bottle of red wine. This was a monumental undertaking because I’m not a drinker. Socially, I do imbibe at quarterly business functions but everyday survival; booze has never been a consideration or consolation. My life supports are…

First Call

After slipping and sliding, I finally made it home but the hellacious conversation was still playing reruns of should-haves, could-haves, and would-haves. I jumped into the shower. If this was an R-rated movie, I would be dunking myself into a sensuous bubble bath, surrounded by a zillion candles, soft music, an expensive bottle of wine,…

Angelica’s Intercession

Exiting the store, I noticed a young woman standing outside ringing a bell anticipating contributions to be given to a local charity. The volunteer from the Salvation Army wasn’t there when I entered the supermarket. I bet she took a dinner break. Fumbling with my purse, I managed to yank out a few dollars. I never…

Coincidence

The wintry-mix thermostat dropped to below freezing according to the insurance agency’s neon sign when I stopped at the grocery store to pick-up a few things on the way home from Father Joe’s class. This was not my usual place to scan my debit card but it was better than driving five-miles out of the way on icy-slick roads to oblige…

Dust and Ashes

With Christmas a couple of weeks away, I should be buying and wrapping presents. At the office, all the Secret Santa gifts have been purchased and placed under the tree, save mine. My coworkers have labeled me, Scrooge and I hear bah-humbug when I pass their desks. Instead of shopping on my…

What’s Up, Doc

Hearing my name, filtered through the dark shadows of my subconscious, I followed the familiar female voice.

“Barbara.”

My focus went to the designated portal. Nancy stood in the doorway, a Centurion Guard on duty protecting the castle from intrusive invaders. With chart in hand and wearing whimsical Minnie Mouse scrubs,…

Drama-on

Entitled to enforcing squatter’s rights at the doctor’s office, my mind went off on a tangent catapulting to Spin City. Even the Christmas tree as enchanting as it was with festive blinking lights, didn’t put me in mistletoe mania. My predisposition is identical to the Grinch who stole Christmas. This has been a terrible year and the drama plays…