August 20, 2014

Dixie PerfectTouch Cups: Review: Love Left With an Empty Cup

Dixie PerfectTouch 12 oz Insulated Paper Cups - 160-Count

Inside my Dixie cup was coffee finished a few minutes ago. It was my solace as I sat alone on a bench in a wooded park. The cup kept it hot from first sip to last gulp, and I suspect keeps any drink as cold as mine was warm. I sat hoping the girl I met the afternoon before would bring the same smile she left with.

An hour ago, I hope she thought, "Sorry, really, I am, but John and I are back together."

Two hours ago, she did nothing. I waited.

Three hours ago, she texted, "Ran into an old friend. He and I are catching up. See you soon."

Four hours ago, she called to say she'd be a few minutes late.

Five hours ago, she emailed to say she was looking forward to seeing me.

Six hours ago, I woke, remembering meeting her 18 hours prior in this park.

"We should walk again," she said. "Same time tomorrow?"

Time passes properly, hour-by-hour, as does hope. As you wait, have a good cup of coffee kept warm by a Dixie cup with an appropriate lid. Time will not stop because of it, but it will be more pleasant as it goes. Be sure the ones you buy have lids as some things should not be spilled.

--Brockeim

August 11, 2014

Mead Composition Book: Review: A Tale of Romance and Woe, Dreams and Castles

Mead Composition Book, Wide Ruled, 9.75 x 7.50 Inch Sheet Size, Black Marble, Bookbound, 100 Sheets (09910)

Thin ruled composition books have their place. Accountants, college students and people drawing up plans to rearrange their furniture all might find them as useful as they are efficient.

Mead is a great brand, known for notebooks. This traditionally-styled black book will look perfect wherever you carry it.

On an early August morning, however, sitting in a cafe on the west side of a northbound street, I sat with my ordinary wide ruled book with nothing to say. It happens, it's said, to everyone along the way, that the words just aren't there.

Staring blindly out the window, she rushed in and looked at me wantonly. (I'm sorry, but I've forgotten her name.) I could tell you about her beauty and her smile, but she wasn't interested. She saw me, with my empty composition book, and my unused pen.

"I'm sorry. This is awkward. Can I use some paper? Borrow your pen? I just remembered something important."

I nodded. She sat down, took my pen and paper, and looked at me blankly. Here, I would tell you about the color of her eyes, and I could, but she quickly looked at the paper and wrote. She never saw me. Just my paper.

She wrote an address, a sketched map, and slowly drew a castle with a turret. She used the entire page, carefully tracing the lines printed by the publisher to keep her building straight.

"There!" she declared to me, though I think she met anyone who was sitting in front of her.

"That's the dream I have always had. I saw where it should be. A bungalow is there now. Thanks." Before I finished my espresso, she was gone with the page torn.

I still have the notebook, with the first page missing. It has since been littered with random journal notes, some of which are my own sketches of her. Buy your own, fill it with it your dreams and memories, and have it ready when a beautiful woman asks to borrow a sheet.

--Brockeim