A little perspective
Jul. 29th, 2007 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreaminghopeNot too hot; not too cold. A pretty perfect Vancouver day, really. But it's a Monday; seeing the sun through an office window or warehouse door does put a damper on its beauty. The mood seems drab even if the weather isn't.
"Do you have any fruit?" comes a call from the gate across the front of our warehouse. It's a pretty routine request. The neighbourhood women know that if they come by in the morning, while the warehouse manager still has all the produce out, they'll get an apple or banana.
There are a number of different women who come by; they are all addict-thin and tottering on heels. They all walk the same way: like a poorly-controlled marionette, with arms and legs that move as if they aren't quite connected to the body.
The woman at the gate holds on by one hand and swings, loose-limbed. She is so thin that she looks pre-pubescent; her hip bones are visible above her skirt's low waist and her ribs are visible below her midriff shirt. Her face ages her.
The warehouse manager, The Brit, grabs an apple and heads to the gate.
"How are you doing?" he asks her.
"Can't complain," she says cheerily, "Thanks!"
He watches her trot away, munching her apple, back to her corner.
"'Can't complain'," he shakes his head.
"Do you have any fruit?" comes a call from the gate across the front of our warehouse. It's a pretty routine request. The neighbourhood women know that if they come by in the morning, while the warehouse manager still has all the produce out, they'll get an apple or banana.
There are a number of different women who come by; they are all addict-thin and tottering on heels. They all walk the same way: like a poorly-controlled marionette, with arms and legs that move as if they aren't quite connected to the body.
The woman at the gate holds on by one hand and swings, loose-limbed. She is so thin that she looks pre-pubescent; her hip bones are visible above her skirt's low waist and her ribs are visible below her midriff shirt. Her face ages her.
The warehouse manager, The Brit, grabs an apple and heads to the gate.
"How are you doing?" he asks her.
"Can't complain," she says cheerily, "Thanks!"
He watches her trot away, munching her apple, back to her corner.
"'Can't complain'," he shakes his head.
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Date: 2007-07-30 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 04:08 am (UTC)goofy me
Date: 2007-08-01 01:28 pm (UTC)I was thinking it was she who has encouraged me to to the 3-day
Aaaaand, maybe by confessing my confusion to you, I will learn that both of you have mentioned to me that you're doing it.
Pls forgive an old gal, past her prime, with an illness (fibromyalgia) that often causes what we who suffer from it - FIBRO FOG.
I'm also a long standing member of 'the blonde ditz' club even though my hair hasn't been 'born blonde' since I had children.
Looking forward to Labor Day. Perhaps just to be alone - lol.
Re: goofy me
Date: 2007-08-02 06:46 pm (UTC)I can't believe we're only about a month away from Labour Day weekend! I really need to start working on a outline, or at least settle on an idea. My partner's probably leaving town for the weekend, so I'll be able play at being the eccentric writer for all three days.