Hi folks, I ‘m feeling better today, but I’m
not ready to jump up and dance on cue yet.
I was feeling ambitious today, for what
reason I don’t have a clue, but it could have been the fever messing with my
head or something.
Anyhow, feeling ambitious and wanting to
explore this place I call home, I stopped off at a local café. I could only survive for so long on my
sisters cooking. My nephew, who is only
seven, can cook better split-pea soup, than his mother. All I asked for was split-pea soup. I mean how difficult is that? Come
on Sis!
As I entered the café, the quaint little
waitress, rushed up to me and said, “Hi Honey. I’ll be right with you”, whilst straightening her hair.
I sat down at the available bar seat, so
she could take my order. I noticed
within an instance that she had changed her hair colour, from a dish water
grey, to a lively red, with hints of blonde woven within the bright read hair. I had to
say something, so I uttered, “Did you change your hair”, as I gazed into her
deep hazel eyes (Most women I know, love a question, even when it is stupid.).
“Why. thank you Jefferson,
I got tired of grey, it’s so out of fashion”, she replied, with a grin
overtaking her wise and weathered features.
“Well,
your husband better watch out, because I have a thing for red-heads. Heck, every time I see a red head within my
vision, I do a double take”, I answered, whilst roaring with laughter.
“So Honey, What will you have today?”
“Oh, I’m feeling adventurous today, so I’ll
take two eggs over medium, sausage, grits, and an order of hash browns with
cheese”, I replied, as I gazed at the menu.
Alright Darlin’, Jim will have it up for
you in no time”, she said, as she hung the ticket over the griddle.
The cook threw the contents of my iron man
breakfast on the griddle. Suddenly, the
sausage began to fizzle, as the eggs started spiting and spattering in the
oil.
“This is going to kill me”, I cerebrated to
myself, as I opened The Coven of One, a book by author, Kate Bousfield.
Just as I started delving deep within the
book, the cook said, “Hey, I’m Jim”.
“Hi Jim, nice to meet you, my name is Jefferson”, I said, as I turned a page and smiled.
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“What ya reading?”
“Oh, it’s a fictional book about a lone
witch that…”, I replied as he started swinging his hands outward in anger.
“What are you reading that for? Do you not believe in God?”
“Hold on there partner, there is no harm in
reading a fictional book. I believe in a
lot of things, one of those is expanding the mind, without taking mind altering
drugs”, I replied, as I closed the book.
It was at this moment that he saw the
Pentacle, which he thought was a Pentagram. A common mistake if he or she doesn’t know what he or she is talking
about. Now, I’m not implying that I know anything, for I have much to learn.
“Are you a devil worshiper or something? You must be crazy for reading that”, Jim
asked as he teetered back and forth nervously, with eyes darting between me and
the book.
“No mate, I like fiction, and this book
happens to be a very well written book. I read for the knowledge and entertainment. Heck, I’ve been all over the world a thousand
times over, through books”, I answered, whilst sipping my tea. (I
take my own mug, full of Earl Grey or Green Tea, everywhere I go.) (Someday s I drink Irish Tea, if I’m feeling brave. 
)
“Well, you just be careful reading that
kind of stuff”, he said, as he turned back around to turn over my eggs.
“My friend, knowledge is power, and power
is knowledge. If you’ve got one, the
other is achievable”, I uttered, as I anticipated my meal.
After our conversation, he would glare at
me occasionally, but for only an instance. I didn’t intentional insult the fellow, but I think I insulted him.
I’m not implying through this story that
Americans or Southerners or stupid, we are just set in our ways. If you want to categorise people as stupid,
because they don’t want to see past their own norms and folkways, then we are
all idiots. This man tried to combat
something, which couldn’t fight back, so I had to stand up for the book and my
right to read whatever the hell I want to read. The Coven of One is an amazing book that I am thoroughly enjoying.
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Minx, I should be finished reading it by
the end of next week.
Skint, I only have one chapter left in your
book, The Three Bears. I apologise for not finishing it
already, but as you know, I’m a very busy chap. I’m taking a few art classes next semester, which I’m really looking
forward to. As soon as I can finish both
of the books, I’ll write my own review, which I’m quite sure you will
like. Thanks…
Susan, this crazy web of servers, we call the internet, isn’t the same without you.
DBA, keep the short stories coming, for I couldn’t survive a day without reading them.
Shameless, I loved the story about meeting bloggers. A thought provoking question, if there ever was one.
Mr. Loe, keep doing the crazy antics. I can’t wait until the next chapter.
Phil, keep the playaz in line buddy.
Wayne, don’t give up the dream buddy. It’ll be alright…
John, keep the New Zealand Pubcast coming. Each session is better than the last.
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Shew…I’m a wee bit dizzy from the meds, so I’m going to have another cup of tea and call it a night. Take care all…
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Oh, Jeff. What a sweetie to do this for your friends.
Are you sure the waitress didn’t call you Jeffy or something…
I always stand up for what I believe is right. The waitress in the story calls everybody Honey. It is refreshing at first, but it gets old after a while.