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THE SATCHEL
David DeLane Snow
Hidden in clear view, engulfed within the shadowy side of the trees was a satchel. A three by one by one and a half foot black box. From the brass fittings, rollers on the back, and segmentedly-extended handle anyone could tell the brief case must have been placed there on purpose. With its flap-top handled-lid still closed, and its undisturbed combination locks still bearing their original proactive ties the case seemed to have an untold story. It was obviously new and not ready to be discarded, yet there it sat outdoors all alone.
The dog-walker, who happened upon the mysterious discovery, immediately noticed it was at least thirty feet into the undeveloped woodlands away from his apartment’s back lot dumpster. It was not “thrown out”. But why was it there, he wondered? As his collie, Sherman approached the owner nervously pulled back on the dog’s leash commanding him to stay back from the unknown. The canine suddenly began sniffing the air in the direction of his owner’s attention. The dog would have just kept going without having taken any notice of it but now, it somehow commanded his full investigational skills. But Thomas would having nothing of a close inspection of the object, either by himself or his furry friend.
“That thing could have - anything in it boy!” Thomas Mathers told his dog as though he understood every word he spoke. Tom’s thoughts ran the gambit of crazy thoughts during those moments standing there looking at the thing.
Suddenly…
A Page From History...
THIS IS JUST a portion from the Abridged version of THE TEXAS SNOWS I am working on:
"...Alice was named after her great grandmother, (Selena Cora "Alice" Farmer), and after her grandmother, on her father’s side, Irene. Alice Smith went to Oak Park Elementary, Driscoll Junior High, and graduated Roy Miller High School in 1980. Alice was proud to be a stay at home mom, and held no real interest in furthering her educational studies.
Her only aspiration was to be a housewife and mother. Like her own mother, she too worked in the child care field, and her local Baptist church nursery. She was a shy and quiet person who liked owning a variety of pets: dogs, (mainly poodles), cats, hamsters, birds, rabbits, fish, and ferrets.
Alice Snow suffered a heart attack and underwent a quad-bypass in November of 2007, only later to be paralyzed by a major stroke after carotid artery surgery a year later in 2008. Though able to get around with limited mobility, she uses a cane or wheelchair, and refuses to be home bound; showing much courage in striving to regain her former condition.
David and Alice Snow were the parents of one daughter:
Elizabeth “Liz” Rebecca Snow..."
TIME TO BLOOM!
These are harsh words to myself. Probably shocking to those who tend to know me best. They were for me at least as I scribbled them down before I re-wrote them here. I sketched out the years of my life, and the "time-travel" of it all. Seems my Time has arrived to "step-up". All the brooding thoughts have simmered long enough. Looking over my life, and placing tick marks on a page, adding all the years up and in the grand scheme of things; interesting.
Having no idea the number, nor the quality of years remaining - dawn has come. Seems there may be more years behind me than what lay ahead. Yet it is that very fact of not knowing either that lends itself to hope and optimism. An anticipation of what lies ahead and of what can only be touted as "achievements" to come.Goals? I have a few. What? Shall I "risk" placing them here in full view? Why not? If I fail (though I vowed that is no option), none have cared to ridicule me for those past failed goals more than myself. Maybe in the sharing some fair amount of encouragement (I will take it or leave it for again, I have determined to do this thing); or good sprinkling of inspiration may befall others afraid to fly as I too often had been.
I chose to be optimistic, hopeful and eager in what is yet to unfold in the three goals I now set before myself, namely:
(1) Complete a Leadership Training Camp Course at work.
(2) Seek a promotion from that fruit, as an Orientation Instructor.
(3) Publish my first novel.
For me these are high goals to be achieved with rewards in themselves; but none greater than in the experience of their journey toward completion.
I just turned 50 in July, 51/52 would not be a bad deadline!!!!
The Sleep Over
My grand kids came over and spent Friday (and Saturday) night with us.
Jamison (7 and in the first grade), and Savannah (8 and in the third grade) and I went walking in the woods near our apartments with my poodle Micah.
Then we came back home and they helped me prepare a mid day lunch of Soup.
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Stories From Work: The Bib
The other day at work as I was assisting another individual during meal time. I just happened to notice my co-worker struggling to aid one of the men with a "clothing protector". The client was vigorously refusing to wear the (bid) about his neck as food kept spilling on the front of his shirt. The Staff patiently kept attempting over and again to assist and block the agitated flying arms of the client. After a few moments of this the staff just gave in and opted to change the man's shirt later.
The client was waving off the (bib) and grinning from ear to ear - as if to say, "WELL I didn't want to get that dirty either!"
The client was waving off the (bib) and grinning from ear to ear - as if to say, "WELL I didn't want to get that dirty either!"
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Stories From Work: The Floor Mat
One evening, during Shift Change, I had just assisted an Individual to bed. He was lying beneath the covers giggling and laughing for about 10 minutes. I was giving a hand-off report of the day to the incoming Home Team Leader and was continuing to do so as we both entered the laughing man's bedroom. He was still giggling beneath his covers. As we both stood there beside his bed I informed her that he had been good all day. She bent over to reset the floor mat alarm. At just the moment she stood back up the laughing man came out from under his covers shocked to see her suddenly standing in front of him. He rose up out of bed, and nearly began climbing the walls with a horrified expression. Whaling and screaming as loud as possible.
We stood there just as stunned that we had scared him; and suddenly all three of us burst into laughter.
We stood there just as stunned that we had scared him; and suddenly all three of us burst into laughter.
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