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A story unfolding day by day. This story is sure to grab your attention and keep you coming back for each new installment.

Friday, January 22, 2010

A day for Merriam.

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She would get up as the sun was rising. Fixing a breakfast of toast, eggs and juice, she would sit at a table in the corner of the kitchen and look out the window to the east. As the sun rose higher into the sky she would watch all of the fresh movements of the day. Morning creatures creating a fluid dance that was mesmerizing, the birds as they squawked, and pecked in the dampness of the dew, cats lazily stirring as they emerged from a nights hunt like drunks stumbling home gracefully from a night of indulgence, and the long grasses in the field that adjoined her back yard waving in time like the conductor of the whole morning affair. Most days this was her favorite time. After her breakfast she would then bathe and get dressed in her usual attire. A blouse of various patterns and colors, and blue jeans, and last of all she would put on her red shoes. Red shoes were a guilty pleasure for Merriam. She felt that anyone worth anything wore red shoes. After she was prepared for the day she, would tinker. Tinker in the yard, tinker in the garage, tinker in the living room. Anywhere she could think of she would arrange, clean, fix, improve. Anything to keep her from the small sofa and the television, because when she hit the sofa and the TV was on, and her frozen dinner was warm on the decorative TV tray, she become lost in an array of programs, and commercials that would eventually lull her to sleep on the sofa, set to start all over again.

About now you may be wondering about that magic. Be patient it will come when it comes.

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