Out of a doze, into a tavern. Burgers, seafood, beer. Prop up the cast on a chair, so much more comfortable that way. Cold beer, even nonalcoholic never tasted so good. After a dozen Breaking Bad reruns, the real world looks sharp, magnificent .
What’s that on your face, said my father to my husband.
It’s my project beard, said Gil. I’ll cut it when I finish my book.
Christmas isn’t for four months, said my dad, suggesting Gil could get a job as a mall Santa. He went back to calculating the check.
Just a touch more coffee, said my mother to the waitress. No, that’s too much.
Just drink what you want, said my father.
I’ll finish my cold, cold beer. Crunch a last potato chip. Swing my way home to the couch.
Did you know it rained today? Like sheets of rock candy, or maybe that’s from Breaking Bad.
5 responses to “Escape From the Small Screen”
OH! It’s good (heart-warming) to see a pair of loving, perennially peripatetic parents, touching base with their temporarily hobbled (though usually footloose) daughter and her family! I might say.. it’s ENCHANTMENT!
Well, you’re entertaining, anyway. I put the book aside for you.
Nice to see you ambulating, anyway!
Now we’re famous! You can do a lot with a little!
I forgot the book you were going to give me. Please bring when we see you next. Thanks.
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