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Performance
Day 12: Friday, May 10, 2024
The cafe is hopping today on this cloudy Spring morning. Every table is occupied with people and most are actively on their electronic devices. There is a beautiful slender Asian lady in a pink and white checkered sweater sitting to my left. Her face is angelic light bronze tone. Her hair is dark brown long and straight. And she has a white bow clipped on the back of her head. She wears white jeans and grey sneakers which elegantly tie her attire together. She is dressed very snazzy. Her Gucci knapsack sits next to her slightly opened. Her laptop is open and being used and her cell phone in a pink case rests next to her laptop. On the right side of her laptop is a spiral notebook, earbuds, three different colored pens and yellow index cards. The notes written on each card were hard for me to decipher. Her iced coffee loaded with cream is near her notebook that she sips from time to time.
There are at least thirty people in the cafe today. The line is practically out the door. The man next to the beautiful Asian lady is a sweet looking African American man, whose figure is on the curvier side. He wears thin framed round eye glasses silver headphones, as he too takes notes off his laptop onto his spiral notebook. He is wearing a grey zip hoody black sweatpants and red sneakers. He looks comfortably dressed. He is drinking an extra large hot coffee. He holds his phone in his hand that is charging and takes notes. His spiral notebook which is to the right of his laptop has the open page that is three quarters of the way filled with his handwriting.
Meet me at the cafe at 9 am. I was dressed sharp. I wore black leggings, navy blue shirt an orange scarf wrapped around my neck, and a black shrug sweater. A mini Tori Burch leather purse draped across my right shoulder and rested on my left hip. I already had my latte and was scrolling patiently through my phone. I toggled in and out of the apps on my phone. Texting friends and family and checking the dating sites I have subscribed to. One can tell a lot about someone with what apps are on their phone.
I was drinking my latte, while waiting…Reminiscing of times of yesteryear, my mind drifted to the time of my first kiss. I was in sixth grade in a classroom. My classmates and friends were waiting for the teacher. My friends played Truth or Dare. I was standing by the entrance way of the classroom. My friend David was near me. The dare went to David and he was dared to kiss me CC. Young and innocent CC. David turned the lights out.I remember he was chewing gum at the time. He looked at me and said are you ready CC. Yes, I replied.
Notes…bringing me back to the days of job performance going to school and being an educator. Taking notes writing notes gathering information from observation to text and processing the overall development and progress. Words that cultivate the idea jotted down based on gained old and new knowledge. All documented… All noted… just like that first kiss with David in my sixth grade classroom. The performance the connection the way we interfaced and locked lips.
The smell of strawberry bubblegum still leaves a joyful lasting memory. The kiss that lingered. Touching tongue to tongue and swirling around in our mouths. Strawberry filled saliva was the essence and mixture of the true sweet sensational performance by girl and boy.
How one does something to be noted and logged is the way we do breath and live. Listening to one’s inner voice allowing one to feel and observe other’s actions and performance generates the notion of experiencing life. Whether taking a mental note or a written note of the performance is subjective and personal opinions reflect on the situation at hand.
Life is full of experiences that can be presented in a way that one wants. Challenges and obstacles can be faced. Keep moving. Keep the endurance going.
The performances we put on in life are merely live by doing. Be. Do. Act. And a round of applause is well deserved.
I waited patiently.Mr. Modelman made his appearance. Dazzling and dapper… Ready…
Just be ready…
Live Love Care
CC
The cafe is hopping today on this cloudy Spring morning. Every table is occupied with people and most are actively on their electronic devices. There is a beautiful slender Asian lady in a pink and white checkered sweater sitting to my left. Her face is angelic light bronze tone. Her hair is dark brown long and straight. And she has a white bow clipped on the back of her head. She wears white jeans and grey sneakers which elegantly tie her attire together. She is dressed very snazzy. Her Gucci knapsack sits next to her slightly opened. Her laptop is open and being used and her cell phone in a pink case rests next to her laptop. On the right side of her laptop is a spiral notebook, earbuds, three different colored pens and yellow index cards. The notes written on each card were hard for me to decipher. Her iced coffee loaded with cream is near her notebook that she sips from time to time.
There are at least thirty people in the cafe today. The line is practically out the door. The man next to the beautiful Asian lady is a sweet looking African American man, whose figure is on the curvier side. He wears thin framed round eye glasses silver headphones, as he too takes notes off his laptop onto his spiral notebook. He is wearing a grey zip hoody black sweatpants and red sneakers. He looks comfortably dressed. He is drinking an extra large hot coffee. He holds his phone in his hand that is charging and takes notes. His spiral notebook which is to the right of his laptop has the open page that is three quarters of the way filled with his handwriting.
Meet me at the cafe at 9 am. I was dressed sharp. I wore black leggings, navy blue shirt an orange scarf wrapped around my neck, and a black shrug sweater. A mini Tori Burch leather purse draped across my right shoulder and rested on my left hip. I already had my latte and was scrolling patiently through my phone. I toggled in and out of the apps on my phone. Texting friends and family and checking the dating sites I have subscribed to. One can tell a lot about someone with what apps are on their phone.
I was drinking my latte, while waiting…Reminiscing of times of yesteryear, my mind drifted to the time of my first kiss. I was in sixth grade in a classroom. My classmates and friends were waiting for the teacher. My friends played Truth or Dare. I was standing by the entrance way of the classroom. My friend David was near me. The dare went to David and he was dared to kiss me CC. Young and innocent CC. David turned the lights out.I remember he was chewing gum at the time. He looked at me and said are you ready CC. Yes, I replied.
Notes…bringing me back to the days of job performance going to school and being an educator. Taking notes writing notes gathering information from observation to text and processing the overall development and progress. Words that cultivate the idea jotted down based on gained old and new knowledge. All documented… All noted… just like that first kiss with David in my sixth grade classroom. The performance the connection the way we interfaced and locked lips.
The smell of strawberry bubblegum still leaves a joyful lasting memory. The kiss that lingered. Touching tongue to tongue and swirling around in our mouths. Strawberry filled saliva was the essence and mixture of the true sweet sensational performance by girl and boy.
How one does something to be noted and logged is the way we do breath and live. Listening to one’s inner voice allowing one to feel and observe other’s actions and performance generates the notion of experiencing life. Whether taking a mental note or a written note of the performance is subjective and personal opinions reflect on the situation at hand.
Life is full of experiences that can be presented in a way that one wants. Challenges and obstacles can be faced. Keep moving. Keep the endurance going.
The performances we put on in life are merely live by doing. Be. Do. Act. And a round of applause is well deserved.
I waited patiently.Mr. Modelman made his appearance. Dazzling and dapper… Ready…
Just be ready…
Live Love Care
CC