Curious George

Curious George

Got this new neighbor across the street.  He's meandered over a couple of times and seems to be a kind elderly fellow.  There's one little problem though.  He seems to be fixated on my son.  For real!  Now when he routinely comes over his efforts are singularly focused on what my son is doing.  He's never asked any questions as to the happenings going on with me.  Do I feel slighted?  Of course not but the secret about this Curious George[1] needs to be uncovered.

I guess what sticks out is the fact that Curious George seems to want to know all about my son's college interests.  Most folks in this trailer court don't really care to talk about college, particularly when it's something they chose to outright ignore if not bypass.  As a matter of fact Curious George has mentioned that he has some 5 adult kids.  There's not been a single mention of any of them  pursuing higher education.

Curious George and his wife, who's a nurse, can often be seen doing lawn work, putting in new plants and working on windows.  It's obvious that they are bored and it's also obvious that Curious George has little to do with computers.  So how is it that he always seems to have a thousand questions for my son about computers?  When my son went to tell him the fall courses he had enrolled in you could see Curious George's eyes glaze over from a lack of understanding yet there he was acting as if he were about to start another renaissance!

Though friendly I get the sense that Curious George has very little dealings with black people.  It's also rather obvious that his stereotype of me is that I don't have any college degrees, hence he never queries about my academic pursuits.  He definitely hasn't asked about my writing or music and it is definitely obvious that he will not ever ask me about such pursuits, not when Curious George has to be fixated on what my son is doing.  I can only assume that Curious George might have a laptop around his house because his wife is perhaps a nurse.

Protocol dictates to remain respectful to our elders and so I will remain respectful to good old Curious George.  However, next time he goes to make all of these academic inquiries about my son, I'm going to politely bust him out.  I'm going to ask him why his focus is on my son.  I'm also going to ask him why the interest in such a younger person when it would be more appropriate for him to deal with someone closer to his age group like me.  In all honesty he's never asked anything about me and that includes asking what my name is.  If I were to ask Curious George if he were Cylon and if he were really alive he'd probably grab his chest and faint.  Good.  His nonspeaking wife's a nurse.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When some neighbors should remain strangers.

September 2^nd, 2017

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[1] Eons ago when my son was but I likeI called him "Curious George" so as to pick on him to see what he would do.  He let it be known that he was not "Curious George" and that he was not to be messed with this way and I respectfully never did it again!  Neither of us imagined that eons later we would meet "Curious George".  He's for real.

The Dentist

The Dentist

Even with my gums numb I could fill the drill go in for the kill all thanks to a plaque attack.  I've been taken hostage by tartar with no way to barter and the dentist has a hold on me where I will never be free so it is useless to cop a plea.

I wish to sob because my whole mouth throbs.  I wish to weep in my sleep only to awake because I ache and I don't know how much more of this I can take.  This is the cost of not being willing to floss.  Agony is the boss.

She says my teeth need to be clean in order to maintain good dental hygiene.  I think it's because she enjoys being mean.  I think it's what she does just because torture is her thing with which to make you feel the sting while secretly in her head she joyfully sings.

It's a play where she asks if you're okay while knowing you can scarcely squeak to speak or to even give an odd nod.  All you can think is to pray to god.  How is there tooth decay when the x-ray came out okay?  Why is it that the grim reaper visits and why so many tools to make me drool?

I think she takes me for a fool.  I think it's all about her being cruel.  I think to be meant to be a derelict experiment to test how much strain under which I can endure pain.  She wants to see if I'll cry before I die and that's why she keeps staring me in the eye.  I think she's rinsing my mouth out with lye.

I feel haggard from all of the daggers that do not swerve in stabbing every nerve.  If there were only anesthesia to give me amnesia so that I could forget this murder that's gone south deep in my mouth.  I dare to venture to replace my teeth with dentures.  Perhaps then I could smile for awhile in providing to my torturer disappointment in the next appointment.

It cannot be amended what is intended by this dentist.  She wants me dead.  She wants my gums to have bled.  She wants me to feel the drill to where I become ill  from having blood no more because it's all on the floor.  Every three months this she does just because I've been selected to be resurrected to be nailed to be impaled without the liberty of being able to yell.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When the dentist brings a new meaning to oral cleaning.

June 21^st, 2014

Hello Andréa

November 18^th, 2010

Hello Andréa: Eye saw you at the bullfight last night.  The look in your eyes was one of sanguine surprise.  Though it’s been awhile since we kissed and reminisced eye see that you still cheerfully smile How could you leave when there were only sweet soft kisses and warm breezes to please us?  The questions rage so loudly in my head that they could wake the deaf and the dead!  Do you still dare to care or have the bountiful dreams of yesterday been completely swept away Eye saw the majestic matador that you adore forever more, throw you a dozen long stem red roses as the crowd deliriously lauded and applauded.  If jealousy is an enemy then at that very moment he chose to be my dear friend until the very end.  If seems that our hearts have grown and been blown apart and mine, like a flower shrivels shivers and withers in the dark Wasn’t it neat how we always use to meet greet and eat on Market Street?  My memory is like a dusty road with no real place to go.  How can you stand the strain and pain of the stinging rain or has your new pearl of a world grown clouds that powder puff the sky with sunny weather that will last forever Eye saw you frantically gasp and then with disbelief and relief leisurely laugh as your soulful suitor yelled at the old bold bull who had knocked him down to the ground with a thudding sound.  If you could see my soul you would know it had been stampeded and trampled into a cold hole where it will grow old with mold.  Maybe it is for the best that we end this love quest but my spirit is in protest and will not allow me to rest Could it be that you and eye are an anomaly that was meant to be together forever?  Eye don’t know what eye don’t know and can it be clearly and sincerely explained to me why it hurts the more eye search?  What can eye do to be with you Eye saw you at the bullfight last night.  The mighty matador that you lovingly adore could not police the beast that you have unleashed within me nor can eye, so eye choose to die rather than say,… Good Bye, Andrew:  Your One and Only Toy of Joy