Lunch Hours Fairy Tales and Vinyl Siding
by Tim White
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As he left to go eat lunch romance was definitely not on his mind. He would learn later that he had been plotted against but was , at present unaware of the demonstration of divine intervention that awaited him. Being blissfully unaware made him no less vulnerable. He wasnt bothering anybody. His only mission was a full belly. No more, no less. His thoughts extended no further than eating and returning to the ongoing harassment of his co„worker Tater. A task he considered worthy and just. The menu of the day long forgotten since he didnt realize at the time there would be significance attached to it. Sitting at the old familiar table with the old familiar crowd he still had no clue how close he was to hitting the jackpot. He had noticed a friend with two acquaintances on his arrival but didnt really pay much attention. The aforementioned ignorance of destiny being evident. Even after being summonsed to appear before the table for introductions he postponed the trip in order to conclude a likewise forgotten and meaningless conversation. This friend had two friends with her. Introductions were made and one in particular captured his attention and interest. But being afflicted with the sometimes curse of Southern Gentry he politely feigned detachment. To himself he thought, this will necessitate further investigation . Time would tell. Past experiences had left him somewhat cautious where matters of the heart were concerned and it was still way too early to concern himself with that. Did events like this still happen in the real world? This is usually something some screen writer dreams up aint it? But when the pattern of events was repeated the following day he couldn't help wondering. Coincidence? Good fortune? Or a long overdue change of luck. Who knows. He did know it was now time to employ his natural charm. Abandoning the usual crowd he seated himself with the three fair damsels. Well aware of the attention and speculation this would create at the forsaken table, he considered it a small price to pay and thus of no consequence. The aforementioned caution and southern gentleman syndrome required him to go slow but all he had seen in his mind since 24 hours ago was black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He had without reservation picked one out of the crowd but was awaiting more detailed information before making his move. When the non target mentioned a husband the green light appeared between his ears. He got her in the sights and pulled the trigger.He'd bowl her over with his wit and charm. The plot mentioned earlier against him manifested itself in the form of an invitation to supper the following night. Realizing his good fortune he resigned himself to his fate. He had never before been this fortunate in playing the role of the recipient. He had also never felt this way before either. In the short span of 24 hours she had replaced thought space that had previously been devoted to chemical mixtures and calibration charts. Computer card games and mindless TV watching. He had signed on the line once before and had been badly wounded. There had been a lot of youthful defiance associated with this union because it had not been popular with his family. But the good that came from it was a daughter who was priceless. A gift to everyone who knew her at every stage of her life. They had been an inseparable pair since shortly after the diaper stage but she now had her own little family. Thrusting him into the dreaded role of Grandparent. He had been without a mate for 25 years and, with the exception of various dogs and assorted cats, been all alone for 8. Up until now it hadn't really seemed to amount to anything. He'd been content in his world of work, sleep, and eat. This daughter, though was steadfast in the self appointed chore of guarding his heart. In a role reversal that was heart warming to watch she bristled with the caution of a mother hen. Wary of any threat but reluctantly realizing he was also a grown man. Fully capable of picking out his own friends. But old habits are hard to break. She'd been performing this task of screening potential applicants for so long it was hard to, if not impossible to relinquish the position. But anyway time went on and as things progressed it seemed natural and right. He viewed the writing on the wall and saw no benefit in unessential delay. They had both known heart break. But that was then and this was now. They both deserved happiness. So he asked if she would and she said she didn't see why not so here we go. He started hauling the proverbial U-haul around. Thus demonstrating the exalted pedestal to which she was now enthroned. Previous moves had been accomplished with peanut drying trailers and pickup trucks so the extravagance of U-haul only served to enhance her lofty position.
He had heretofore resided in what could loosely be referred to as bachelor's basic accommodations. In typical male fashion he had not concerned himself with frills. As long as it didn't rain on him or the wind didn't blow the covers off the bed he was happy. All else was of little concern. Curtains and dust ruffle, whatever that was, were as unessential as an elephant feeder would have been. His daughter had shuddered every time she thought of this femininely unacceptable state but had remained silent about it. Figuring that if he was happy the least she could do was ignore his residential shortcomings. But after the acceptance of the matrimonial jewelry she saw her opportunity and plunged into it with abandon. She couldn't possibly allow him to bring a new bride home to this. So paint, windows, siding, and whatever else she could think of was obtained while the door of opportunity was open. It was during one of these, get acquainted painting parties that further proof of divine intervention revealed itself in grand form. New step mother and daughter had both been independently studying on what name she would be referred to by the grandchild. She had decided she would like to be called Meemee. The exact same thing the daughter had come up with which precipitated a marathon squalling and hugging session. A favorite activity of girls and thus temporarily suspending the painting activities. One could spend an eternity trying to figure out where each other had been for the last thirty years. Speculation and the inevitable what if. Why had it taken so long for them to find each other? These are matters we accept for what they are and promptly dismiss to relish each day together. It is obvious that none other than the Lord God himself threw them together at the exact moment he had picked out. Admittedly it was in a round about kind of way that could never have been predicted. Which only serves to lend excitement to the future. It'll be fun to see where all this is going and whats next. So we conclude that, yes fairy tales do still come true and there really is a silver lining behind the clouds. And its probably also true that this vinyl siding does provide better insulation. It does look better if one were to concern oneself with such issues.
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