Heart Palpatations
Life has a wicked amusement to it, yes?
Rian attended another brunch at the Davenport this morning - Rian seems to be at the Davenport often, lately. I pulled on middle finery and red boots to brave the endless rain and went off with a light heart. The rain sculpted the entire windshield over and over again as Rian darted off, driving Someone Else's small car with some forgotten joy.
Half way to brunch Rian's mobile rang. Someone Else's father was being rushed to the ER with a possible heart attack.
Rian went on to brunch. It was a birthday brunch for Someone Else's father's mother, yes? So the chickens of the family were all there.
We sat, eating pancakes and Crab Louis and Buck's Fiz and hot chocolate and tea and asian chicken salad and coffee cake and creme brulee and chocolate lava cake. And in between forking up silver and clinking crystal and passing brightly wrapped presents, we took turns on the various mobile phones, checking with doctor's, waiting to see if Death was hovering about one loved by most of the brunch guests.
What an odd, refined, unemotional creatures can be.
The fat orange gold fish were back in the hotel fountain. Rian watched them for a long time before driving home.
Rian attended another brunch at the Davenport this morning - Rian seems to be at the Davenport often, lately. I pulled on middle finery and red boots to brave the endless rain and went off with a light heart. The rain sculpted the entire windshield over and over again as Rian darted off, driving Someone Else's small car with some forgotten joy.
Half way to brunch Rian's mobile rang. Someone Else's father was being rushed to the ER with a possible heart attack.
Rian went on to brunch. It was a birthday brunch for Someone Else's father's mother, yes? So the chickens of the family were all there.
We sat, eating pancakes and Crab Louis and Buck's Fiz and hot chocolate and tea and asian chicken salad and coffee cake and creme brulee and chocolate lava cake. And in between forking up silver and clinking crystal and passing brightly wrapped presents, we took turns on the various mobile phones, checking with doctor's, waiting to see if Death was hovering about one loved by most of the brunch guests.
What an odd, refined, unemotional creatures can be.
The fat orange gold fish were back in the hotel fountain. Rian watched them for a long time before driving home.
posted by La Tulipe | 3:40 PM
3 Comments:
That does sound like a strange affair...
Did I meet Someone Else's father? To be honest all the names and relationships blurred within moments of meeting the people.
(Buck's Fizz... I am amused by that.)
Yes. He would have been the most overweight male in the room by far.
Is he ok?
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