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Hey there human being

It's Sunday afternoon, the sun finally came out and its been shining down for hours. The sky's blue and perfectly clear now, but earlier in the day when it was still dark it rained. At noon the humidity and outside temperatures were higher than normal. It was miserably sticky; the kind of weather where your clothes glue to your skin and you can't get cool, no one wants to be outside.

By 3:00 the pools of rain water have dried up and people are starting to come out into their yards and the streets again. I'm on my way home from walking my dogs. The smell of ribs grilling over apple wood drifts through the air to me. I pass a family gathered together for a picnic in the neighborhood park.

Dad's hanging back in the shade of a big Cottonwood tree, working the grill and sneaking sips from a sweating bottle—He's in the midst of taking a long pull of beer—when he sees me passing by. He makes a move to hide the bottle. I've disturbed him, intruded into that sacred space he's found in front of the grill. It's a space filled with wisps of smoke curling up to chase away the twin ghosts of work and worry. The disturbance is brief. Presently a wave of ease settles over his face. Everything about him returns to the way it was before I came by. He seems to be saying "Ahhh fuck it, it's Sunday afternoon and I'm here to enjoy myself" as he raises the bottle to his lips again.

His boys are in the still rain slicked grass playing a lop-sided game of touch football. It's a two-on-one game. The larger boy, a team all by himself, is twice the size of his brother and their friend. Passing by I watch one of the younger boys twist around and duck under the older brother, who's momentarily of balance, and dart off. His legs pump hard, he runs as fast as he can until he's safely in the makeshift endzone at the end of the grass. His teammate lets out a triumphant yelp.

Mom's at the playground pushing her daughter, the youngest of the kids, on the swingset. As I approach I see the girl flicking her legs out at the top of the swings arch; she's building up momentum. With the last bit of umph, she'll be able to touch the leaves of the low hanging branches on the tree that shades the path. When I get closer I hear a steady stream of words rattling from her mouth. She describes with precision everything she sees while she does her best to impersonate a pendulum.

That's when I hear one of the most wonderful things I've ever heard uttered in my life:

"...And there's a human being walking two black dogs."

As if there would be something else walking two dogs! I wonder if she meant it as an insult before realizing she couldn't have, she's too young for cynicism.

A wave of ease passes over me. I smile politely and wave, there's not much else I could do, besides, it's Sunday afternoon and I'm enjoying myself. I cross the street with the dogs wondering what the world has in store for her and hoping she turns out alright. She's got a good start.



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this is great writing

:)

“The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.” — Albert Camus

Dang Dude!

No wonder you're good with words...You're a writer!

The real question is, 'should he be banned from Anadrome?'.
It's like Carlos Santana sneaking into an 'air guitar' contest.

"Don't blame me, I voted for Kodos!"- Homer Simpson

This is why the DP is so great

Everyone's so supportive, you're all great.

Teresa Brewer - Mutual Admiration Society :)


http://youtu.be/bUfLHJg-CY0

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
~ John Muir

Good stuff! Thanks for

Good stuff! Thanks for sharing

That was great, has.

Nice imagery. Yeah, I was right there. And I could hear everything rock... and bushes... red flowers... squirrel... And there's a human being... walking two black dogs...

I just want to know, how did that family know you so well as to have the girl peg you so perfectly?

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
~ John Muir

I've told you before

you have to share some of that schnitzel, I want to hear red flowers too!

If you mean, "What are you smokin'?"

the answer is American Spirit, though mostly just with a cup of coffee in the morning. But I think you misunderstood. I could *see* the girl making like a pendulum. I could *hear* what she was saying that *she* saw - not to be confused with "see-saw," which also has that same sort of rhythm, at least until someone jumps off, in which case it would have maybe sounded like... and a human BEE--- Wah-h-h-h-h! That's not funny. OW! I hate you! Mommy! Of course, not to be confused with this...
http://home.comcast.net/~pvalenz/Mjolnircustoms/Killer-Bee.jpg

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
~ John Muir

You're absolutely terrific

and you have the best imagination!

Thanks. It's esp nice to hear coming from a human being.

Ya know, has, you really are a good writer. A whole bunch of us now have that scene in our minds as if a memory - something we experienced, not read.

Incidentally, I just had a thought. I wonder if your (beautiful) dogs put that thought into the little girl's mind - to refer to you as a human being. http://economydecoded.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Human-G...

Lastly, your comment reminded me of a song. :)

http://youtu.be/mDew1Qmh8KQ

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
~ John Muir

Great Writing!

:)

Edward Moran

SteveO24's picture

Man.

What a great story has. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Thanks for reading

glad you liked it Steve

Kewl.

Way Cool. (& here, in my own reply board, i can spell Kewl any way i want to) :)

U really are a good writer; i could see and hear everything and ALMOST taste the beer!

time is wasted in minutes not hours

wow

Thanks, that's really kuhl of you to say :).

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Maybe she thought it would be a robot

walking the dog...

Some ppl have irrational fears of robots.

This is such a sweet story, what a wonderful Sunday read.

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss

What if...

She was a robot participating in a Turing test? What if I was the judge? I think she passed.

jrd3820's picture

or....what if....she is an alien from outter space

disguised as a child who is a robot participating in a turing test?

Omg, I think we figured it out. What a weird Sunday...

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss

and...annnnnnnd...what if

She was an alien from the Panda planet, Pandaterra 10, and she was here to stop that horrible Kurzweil character and bring him back to Padaopolis (the capital city of Pandaterra 10) to face justice for his crimes against Panda kind.

What if?

What if she had just asked her Mom what the word "Human" meant? :)

If I disappear from a discussion please forgive me. My 24-7 business requires me to split mid-sentence to serve them. I am not ducking out, I will be back later to catch up.

That

would've tipped me off and she would've failed the competition :)

Great writting!

enjoyed the read!

NOSHEEPLE

Thanks

for the great compliment. Have a terrific rest of your weekend.

Thank you

Enjoyed your observations of other Humans, It is rare to find others that observe in the way you do. Well done and thank you for your "Awareness".

If I disappear from a discussion please forgive me. My 24-7 business requires me to split mid-sentence to serve them. I am not ducking out, I will be back later to catch up.

It was nice to see other humans

and it was nice to be seen as one.

Thanks for the bump. Have a great weekend.

My Privilege

Thank you and you have a great weekend also.

If I disappear from a discussion please forgive me. My 24-7 business requires me to split mid-sentence to serve them. I am not ducking out, I will be back later to catch up.