J.P.

I am working in the office today. There was no dust on my desk as it has been only two weeks since the last time I sat in my cubicle. I must remember to make the intervals between office visits longer.

The last time I was in town I took a nap during my lunchtime in the closed Burger King parking lot. In that two weeks, the old building has been torn down, plowed over and the foundation for a brand new Taco Bell has replaced it. My napping spot is gone. I have found a new spot to hide in the mall parking lot across the street.  It seems very popular, as many cars are parked along the side, under the trees, much like the way I parked.  We are off the edge of the pavement and on the grass so that we can have maximum shade under the trees, and it’s not even that hot.

There’s a man parked in the truck next to me.  He is rather rough looking and he has a big sign that says he is a Lifetime Member of the Piss and Moan Club. I’d take a photo but I don’t want him to piss and moan.

I decided not last night that I am officially old when I had no comprehension as to the music Jamie was listening to nor did I understand why anyone would want watching the Video Awards that were on last night.  There is a radio blasting out of the rental center in mall; each song has that robotic sound of AutoTune. I am of the belief that if you need AutoTune to be on the radio then you shouldn’t be on the radio. I despise the many abuses of technology today, but AutoTune tops that list. I really despise AutoTune. It’s one of the reasons that my gay card was taken away after I refused to watch “Glee”, all I could hear was the AutoTune. 

I might be cranky about some things.

It is the last unofficial week of summer in these parts and I must say that I’m excited to be getting into my favorite time of the year.  Cooler nights, mystical winds and a “settled” scent in the air suits me just fine. I just wish we didn’t have to deal with winter after autumn.  I am going to take Earl somewhere special on a leaf-peeping trip this year. It is my hope to do it by air.

I have written in my blog in over a week because I haven’t felt motivated to do so. I’m happy that the change of view this afternoon provided sufficient motivation.

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Earl and I went out for lunch this afternoon. This not out of the ordinary for us, especially during the weekend. The experience was enjoyable. Our restaurant of choice was a local diner that is open until only 2:00 p.m. on Sundays. Luckily, they still offer the lunch menu; many diners or family restaurants in the area serve only breakfast on Sundays. I find this disappointing as I’m not a big breakfast-food kind of guy.

Lately I have been making a conscious effort to not use my smartphone in anyway when sitting in a restaurant. Well, I should take that back. When seated for a meal, I will tell Earl that I’m checking in on social media and then I’ll set my phone on the table, face down. Outside of taking a photo or something, I consider the phone off limits until we are ready to leave.

This smartphone approach has afforded me the opportunity to enjoy the company of others at the table and to observe the activities in our immediate area of the restaurant. As an avid people watcher, I have to admit that I’m always curious to see others in their natural habitat.

The first woman I noticed was younger, I’d guess somewhere between high school and college graduation. She was dressed casually and had joined a table of seven others. I guessed they were family. The vibe from the table was that it was some sort of “catching up” scenario; the snippets of conversation that permeated the atmosphere of the diner included questions about travel and college.

The reason I noticed this woman was because when she was served her pancake breakfast, she busied herself by demonstratively cutting up the entire stack of pancakes into a small, bite sized portions. All three or four pancakes on her plate were chopped up in this manner. Her cutting motions were large, in fact, this is what originally caught my eye. I remarked to Earl that it had been a long while since I saw someone cut their food up in a restaurant in this manner; he asked if there was a toddler at the table as it sounded like she was cutting up the pancakes for a four year old or something. No, she was cutting up the pancakes for herself. This type of table habits run directly contrary to anything I was ever taught, read from Miss Manners or witnessed on “Downton Abbey”. Granted, at one time in my life I held my fork like a shovel (it was several decades ago), so I’m really not an authority on table manners, but her approach to eating, which was repeated with the sausage and other extraneous meats on her plate, struck me as quite odd. The baby approach to culinary manners did not match the air of young adult that she was trying to portray. I found this humorous.

I did notice that between her portion-controlled bites she would glance down at her lap. A shift in my gaze confirmed that she had an iPhone 5C (in mint green) sitting in her lap. Apparently, something in cyberspace was more important than the family gathering that I was observing.

Earl and I were chatting about how our waitress resembled Vera from “Alice”, Earl was happy she didn’t fling straws all over the place, when a couple a few tables over caught my gaze. Both were older; if I had to guess I’d peg them in their mid 60s. They appeared to be married, but for all I know they were having an affair that spanned decades, but my money is on married. The reason I’m thinking they were married is because they weren’t, at least to my knowledge, interacting with each other in any way. Before the food arrived, while they had food in front of them and after they had finished their meal, they were both engrossed in their smartphones. Casual observation confirmed that the man had an iPhone 4S or older and the woman had an iPhone 5 or newer. They were both so involved with their iPhones that they didn’t even look at each other. When the food was delivered, while they were perusing over the menu, their gazes barely ever averted from their smartphones and at each other. Earl suggested that perhaps they were texting each other, but I don’t think that was the case.

These observations were made by my casual glances and such. Earl and I continued a lovely discussion as we enjoyed the moment in that little diner together this morning. I’m happy to be in a place where I still enjoy the company of those I spend time with and putting my smartphone down on the table, upside down and outside of my peripheral vision, confirmed that the best moment is the moment enjoyed in the here and now.

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