[OFB Cafe] High Maintenence

[Donald R Spoon]

I got the below from another list hauted by a few Old Geezers like me.  
Ron occasionally writes on what he sees around him from the small town 
of Ankeny, Iowa.  He makes me smile...

Cheers,
-Don Spoon-

> Date:    Wed, 16 Jul 2008 22:15:11 -0500
> From:    "Ronald L. (Ron) Huber"
> Subject: RR: High Maintenance.
>
> So, I'm standin' in the line at the local post office to send some
> newspapers to my dad's neighbors who are grandparents to Shaun Johnson, a
> delightful, winning, gymnastic sprite from Iowa who's won the world
> championship, and she's China bound.  Iowa also sends Lolo Jones, a hurdler
> speedster with as magnetic a personality as one could hope for.  In an Iowa
> send-off ceremony, both youngsters received beaucoup bucks as what I expect
> is a mere beginning of their gain.  Each donated their $12,000 to others,
> Lolo to a Cedar Rapids single mom of two who got washed out in the flooding
> and Shaun to her gymnastics coach whose place got washed away in the floods,
> too.  Good kids with immense, hard won talent, they're showing some
> commendable character in addition to all that disciplined talent.
>
> Pardon.  I get distracted easily.  So, the line moves slowly, de rigueur.
> I'm surveying Iowa's offering of feminine pulchritude.  There are a few
> frumpy dumpies who, in previous years, would've been on the Dennis the
> Menace show, having gone forward from their houses in curlers and
> housecoats.  There's an odd entrant in my observatory perusal, she a blonde
> with hair buzzed to the bone, a cap and, otherwise, relatively feminine
> attire given the contemporary nature of unisex chic.  Then, there's this
> one, a more than common decoration in Ankeny's semi-yuppy environs.  I'm a
> smiling, how-yuh-doin' sort, and I howdy up folks.  Most respond with a
> slight, smiling nod; some spike it up, and some smolder.  She smoldered.
>
> The PO remains a place where the lines crawl.  I rarely see more than two
> counter attendant, and they're, clearly, overburdened and steadily
> unanimated as they chore through the line that, to them, must never ends.
> It provided time for me to observe and ponder.  Now this smolderer fit the
> more common description of attractive.  Fit body showing no signs of
> dramatics but clear signs of self-tending, brunette with hair a little
> longer than her age allows according to the fashion mavens and color
> coordinated attire, summer attire, throughout.  For whatever reasons the
> wandering, idle mind stalled by one of those waiting moments life lays in
> one's path, I began a medium speed recollection of the drama queens and high
> maintenance ladies I've known, and I laid all that on this one.  It's good
> that she never knew.  Flip=flops, an odd, contemporary style phenom,
> color-keyed, of course, to her coordinated, summer "outfit."  Short shorts,
> tight top, matching earrings and a toe ring, but there's more.  Her toenails
> weren't merely painted.  They were adorned with li'l baubles layered on top
> of the nail polish base.  I didn't close enough to see what form they took,
> but they appeared to be little portraits, each distinct.  I became fixated
> upon the amount of time and craft required to make these look as they did.
>
> It left me pondering the natures of beauty and vanity.  These remain high on
> the ladder of American priorities, particularly for American women.  As I
> headed for my POV, I lamented the thing she lacked for attainment of easy,
> genuine beauty.  A congenial smile would have outdone all that primping and
> preening.  At least that's how it looks from my recliner.
>
>
> God bless!
>
> Tutor
>
> Ronald L. Huber