verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Sunday, June 20, 2010

River Dance

A River Dance takes years to master.  First you have to have your routine down pat, and know your part.  He knows exactly what to do outside and it's like magic.  She knows just what to do inside and it's home.  As long as he does his part and not hers, and as long as she does her part and not his, the parts get stronger.

Then comes the Dance, when the two parts move as one single pair.

They both had matching caesars, but he had iced tea and she had lemonade.  They each got forks and napkins--for each other.  There was an abundance of straws too.  They each savored their food while also keeping a close eye on the other's progress.  Do you need a knife? he asked.  Yes, I think I do, she answered.

Where do you suppose we take our plates?  they asked each other when they finished.
Maybe over there?

Oh? But do we recycle the forks and knives? What about the cups? Do we just throw those out?
I'll ask.  Excuse me but are these cups recyclable?  And what about the forks and knives?
She says that she ordered the cups herself so she knows that they are recyclable.  But the knives and forks aren't...

What about the lemon slices? What should we do with those, do you think?
I'm going to throw mine out in the trash. I guess we have to.
But oh look, we can dump our ice in these stones right here.
Oh, good idea.
We're so clever...

Wanna walk down to the river?

These chairs are really quite comfortable.  Not all Adirondack chairs are comfortable but these are quite nice...

This river is really an estuary. So is the Thames, you know...

Look--there's the osprey family.  I can see some heads poking up.  Did you bring the binoculars?
They're in the car.
Not the ones in the car--they don't work.
Well they work well enough.  I'll go get them...

Can you see anything?
Yeah, I think it's the mother and a baby.  The father must be fishing,
Wanna look?
I can't see.  I can't find where they...wait, there they are. But how do I focus these?
Turn the knob, no, not that one, there you go...the one on the center.
Oh now I see!
Their main job is to teach the babies how to dive.
They'll be gone by September, you know...

I'd like this to be my yard.
Me too, he said...

This was quite nice, she said.
Perfect, said he...

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