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The next morning they both turned the radio off to the sound of a baby being attacked, and stories of neglected children. It was the second day in a row this station had started the day for them with children in critical or painful conditions.
“Turn it off, Ryan!” Ali whimpered.
“OK,” and he reached for his glasses.
School and getting older meant glasses for him. He turned the light on and switched the radio alarm off. He got up and worked out for 10 minutes, shaved and put the clothes in the dryer from the washing machine. Ali stared at the ceiling for 10 minutes and stretched and woke up gently. Sometimes Ryan came back to bed for more kisses but this morning he didn’t. He would probably begin research on adoption to find a better legal way to do this. “No one could have more integrity than this man,” Ali thought.
She got up, found her slippers so that her feet would be all protected, and went to the kitchen to begin the tea and gluten free pancakes. “Maybe tonight we can bake yams with marshmallows in the fireplace,” Ali yelled to Ryan. She didn’t mean to do it, but she made the place really into a home by filling the rooms with smells. She lit a scented pumpkin candle. There was a stained glass chimney she placed on the candle. She raised the blinds, put a poncho on and garden shoes and took the bird feeders out. They were already calling to her. They came to the window. The cat she fed scampered a distance and began his mournful meows. She traded meows with him for a while, and then went back inside to peel grapefruit and apples. They ate peaches sometimes because of her Uncle Pat who would give them peaches when he visited from Georgia. They had a few left. Ali saved those for dinner.
Soon they were at the table, and the smells from the food and candle filled the air. They started eating with Ryan reading a book, magazine or newspaper. He would stumble upon a strange idea and have to tell Ali. Most of the time, Ali watched. She didn’t read or do much when he was around, except see him.
“Do you want to meet for lunch today, Ryan?”
“I want to, but I have a contract appointment, and I don’t think I will be out in time to eat out with you. But because of that, I will be able to come home early. Do you want to go out to dinner and then a movie tonight, Wife?”
“I can change my schedule, Preppie. Where do you want to meet, anyway?”
“McDonalds?” he asked.
“Ummm, lets not and say we did! How about here at home, and I will download a movie, Preppie? And then we can have those yams with marshmallows in them!”
“I will build the fire when I come home, then!” Ryan said.
“OK, Eaglescout!” Ali said. She wrinkled her nose and he grabbed her and kissed her.
“One more?” Ali asked. He complied.
They parted, and he was out the door. She reached for her book bag on wheels. She had to reach a studio across town for a recording that morning of her classical music for a puppet show children would see for the holidays. These things had to be prepared before the holidays.
The traffic, the race for time, the weather, all played their roles in the day for Ali in her little car, and Ryan, in his larger car. She hummed to the music she was going to be performing that day, and practiced awareness of the traffic. Being a day dreamer, she had to wake up to her surroundings or she would miss a turn or make a mistake that would cause an accident. No cell phones, televisions or other distractions. She really should just drive and not hum or practice the melody because that sent her to another place, as well. It was still dark, except for the ribbons of lights from cars and street lights.
Studios were interesting. They were all different. They each took on the personality of the producer/owner. Some had wooden walls, and others had the sound proof foam.
All seemed pretty masculine. She remembered one studio of a female friend who had beautiful paintings and decor for the studio. She didn’t travel with bands, but she just recorded with them at this studio. It was great knowing what to expect. Surprises are good, but with surprises comes less of an idea about the art of the production.
She drove into the parking lot finally. She unhooked her safety belt, let herself get out of the car and went into the unlocked building, finding her way. This was an unusual place for a studio. Being dark made Ali more careful about the parking under a light, getting her key and going to the front door instead of the actor’s entrance, many people called it that.
November 5
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“Turn it off, Ryan!” Ali whimpered.
“OK,” and he reached for his glasses.
School and getting older meant glasses for him. He turned the light on and switched the radio alarm off. He got up and worked out for 10 minutes, shaved and put the clothes in the dryer from the washing machine. Ali stared at the ceiling for 10 minutes and stretched and woke up gently. Sometimes Ryan came back to bed for more kisses but this morning he didn’t. He would probably begin research on adoption to find a better legal way to do this. “No one could have more integrity than this man,” Ali thought.
She got up, found her slippers so that her feet would be all protected, and went to the kitchen to begin the tea and gluten free pancakes. “Maybe tonight we can bake yams with marshmallows in the fireplace,” Ali yelled to Ryan. She didn’t mean to do it, but she made the place really into a home by filling the rooms with smells. She lit a scented pumpkin candle. There was a stained glass chimney she placed on the candle. She raised the blinds, put a poncho on and garden shoes and took the bird feeders out. They were already calling to her. They came to the window. The cat she fed scampered a distance and began his mournful meows. She traded meows with him for a while, and then went back inside to peel grapefruit and apples. They ate peaches sometimes because of her Uncle Pat who would give them peaches when he visited from Georgia. They had a few left. Ali saved those for dinner.
Soon they were at the table, and the smells from the food and candle filled the air. They started eating with Ryan reading a book, magazine or newspaper. He would stumble upon a strange idea and have to tell Ali. Most of the time, Ali watched. She didn’t read or do much when he was around, except see him.
“Do you want to meet for lunch today, Ryan?”
“I want to, but I have a contract appointment, and I don’t think I will be out in time to eat out with you. But because of that, I will be able to come home early. Do you want to go out to dinner and then a movie tonight, Wife?”
“I can change my schedule, Preppie. Where do you want to meet, anyway?”
“McDonalds?” he asked.
“Ummm, lets not and say we did! How about here at home, and I will download a movie, Preppie? And then we can have those yams with marshmallows in them!”
“I will build the fire when I come home, then!” Ryan said.
“OK, Eaglescout!” Ali said. She wrinkled her nose and he grabbed her and kissed her.
“One more?” Ali asked. He complied.
They parted, and he was out the door. She reached for her book bag on wheels. She had to reach a studio across town for a recording that morning of her classical music for a puppet show children would see for the holidays. These things had to be prepared before the holidays.
The traffic, the race for time, the weather, all played their roles in the day for Ali in her little car, and Ryan, in his larger car. She hummed to the music she was going to be performing that day, and practiced awareness of the traffic. Being a day dreamer, she had to wake up to her surroundings or she would miss a turn or make a mistake that would cause an accident. No cell phones, televisions or other distractions. She really should just drive and not hum or practice the melody because that sent her to another place, as well. It was still dark, except for the ribbons of lights from cars and street lights.
Studios were interesting. They were all different. They each took on the personality of the producer/owner. Some had wooden walls, and others had the sound proof foam.
All seemed pretty masculine. She remembered one studio of a female friend who had beautiful paintings and decor for the studio. She didn’t travel with bands, but she just recorded with them at this studio. It was great knowing what to expect. Surprises are good, but with surprises comes less of an idea about the art of the production.
She drove into the parking lot finally. She unhooked her safety belt, let herself get out of the car and went into the unlocked building, finding her way. This was an unusual place for a studio. Being dark made Ali more careful about the parking under a light, getting her key and going to the front door instead of the actor’s entrance, many people called it that.
November 5
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