Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Yawn!

My last writing class for this term was last night.  It was kind of fun, in that I got there a little early and sat around with my critique group and chatted before class started.  It was also fun because the people in my group seem to have some similar opinions regarding things that happened and have a bit of a snarky attitude.  Which is great fun.  I try not to be mean, but sometimes it’s just fun to be snarky. 
I didn’t realize that we were supposed to bring treats for the class.  I’m glad I didn’t because the few people who did brought plenty for everyone.  And you don’t need to eat a lot at 9pm.  We were supposed to connect the treats to our stories in some way.  My character likes this because…which is a good way to get a scene going.  One guy said he didn’t have a scene connected to his character, he didn’t think chocolate chip cookies really existed in the 15th century.  I laughed and said, “The character’s name is Maria, she likes to bake chocolate chip cookies.  Oh, chocolate chips make her so happy, so happy.” I said it with a disjointed accent.  It was pretty funny.  And his cookies were fabulous!
I would have made my cheese cookies if I had known.  They are easy and oh so cheesy.  They were a hit at work, people gobbled them right up.  I might make some for Christmas.  Yummy easy cheesy cookies.

So, I walked up to my bus stop last night and looked around.  I usually read all the headlines on the papers and take a gander at all the people waiting for the bus.  There was an older couple there, it looked like they were waiting for the bus.  They both had walkers and I remember thinking, “how cute.” Then I walked past the women and she was puffing away on a cigarette.  Ewe.  I hate cigarettes.  But she had a big broad smile, so I grinned back at her. 
The bus approached and I got in line, expecting the older couple to get in line as well.  They didn’t though.  They suddenly took off down the sidewalk at a pretty rapid pace.  Then I noticed that the man had an oxygen tank hanging from his walker, while the woman had a carton of cigarettes hanging from hers…