BEVERLY:
Mid-morning break of our last meeting. I leaned back against the frozen
pole, feeling tired. I couldn't wait until tonight when it was all over
and we could head home. Out of half-open eyes, I watched. Will and Worf
wrestle with a group of other Klingons and half-Klingons. Some of the
actual subject matter of the meeting itself was interesting. But the
politics of it all wasn't amusing.
"...just looka that cloud moving over like a huge rhino..." Geordi
whistled.
"It's snow," Worf said in a superior voice.
"Duhhh, it's December, whaddya expect?" Will laughed.
"Is it logical to assume that December always brings snow?" Data asked.
"No, it's irrational and crazy, a delusion thought up by nuts and bolts
overload!" Will howled, then poked Worf and they both laughed. I blew out
my breath, wishing all this was over.
"Heyy..." someone tapped my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see Deanna
leaning close. "Are you all right?"
"I guess when today's over I will be," I whispered. I realized that I was
slumped over and tried to stand up straight and attempted to force a smile
with limited success.
"Beverly looks like her last friend died over there..." Worf pointed.
"She ALWAYS does," Will snickered. "She tries a smile, her face would
crack."
"That's enough, you two..." I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"Just kidding," Will grinned.
"Beverly does not 'kid'," Data put in. "She has a serious personality."
"We all know that, Data," Worf heaved a gusty sigh. I leaned back on the
pole and let my eyes droop again. Tonight I'd be back home and Monday I'd
be back at my regular job. Hanukkah the following week. I'd see my son,
Wesley, my daughter-in-law, Alexa, my granddaughter, and my college-age
niece, Xeola. I smiled as I also thought about my new granddaughter,
Anne. She's a few months old now and is one beautiful baby. Wesley's now
an engineer and Alexa is a dentist. They both love being new parents.
Thinking about them made me a little more energetic and once our break
ended, I headed back in, feeling less lethargic.
More again soon!
Mid-morning break of our last meeting. I leaned back against the frozen
pole, feeling tired. I couldn't wait until tonight when it was all over
and we could head home. Out of half-open eyes, I watched. Will and Worf
wrestle with a group of other Klingons and half-Klingons. Some of the
actual subject matter of the meeting itself was interesting. But the
politics of it all wasn't amusing.
"...just looka that cloud moving over like a huge rhino..." Geordi
whistled.
"It's snow," Worf said in a superior voice.
"Duhhh, it's December, whaddya expect?" Will laughed.
"Is it logical to assume that December always brings snow?" Data asked.
"No, it's irrational and crazy, a delusion thought up by nuts and bolts
overload!" Will howled, then poked Worf and they both laughed. I blew out
my breath, wishing all this was over.
"Heyy..." someone tapped my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see Deanna
leaning close. "Are you all right?"
"I guess when today's over I will be," I whispered. I realized that I was
slumped over and tried to stand up straight and attempted to force a smile
with limited success.
"Beverly looks like her last friend died over there..." Worf pointed.
"She ALWAYS does," Will snickered. "She tries a smile, her face would
crack."
"That's enough, you two..." I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"Just kidding," Will grinned.
"Beverly does not 'kid'," Data put in. "She has a serious personality."
"We all know that, Data," Worf heaved a gusty sigh. I leaned back on the
pole and let my eyes droop again. Tonight I'd be back home and Monday I'd
be back at my regular job. Hanukkah the following week. I'd see my son,
Wesley, my daughter-in-law, Alexa, my granddaughter, and my college-age
niece, Xeola. I smiled as I also thought about my new granddaughter,
Anne. She's a few months old now and is one beautiful baby. Wesley's now
an engineer and Alexa is a dentist. They both love being new parents.
Thinking about them made me a little more energetic and once our break
ended, I headed back in, feeling less lethargic.
More again soon!
