Word: handing
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Dates: during 2000-2000
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...spent a few days at the Mayo Clinic recently, getting poked and probed, giving blood, peeing into a cup, coughing on command, listening for inaudible beeps over headphones, walking fast uphill on a treadmill as a young woman took my blood pressure, placing my left hand on her lovely shoulder, which drove my blood pressure up--and democracy was evident everywhere. Muslim women in elegant gray chadors sat whispering in the same waiting room with stolid farmers and their wives, geezers and geezerettes next to minor Pooh-bahs and nabobs yakking on cell phones. Snatches of French and German drifted...
When a four-month-old Rae was hand-delivered to us at Gate B-7 at Denver's Stapleton Airport, we knew someday we would be in Korea trying to find her birth mother. We just never dreamed it would be this soon. Then again, since Rae was a toddler, we've told her she was adopted, and she has constantly asked about her birth mother. "Do you think my birth mother plays the piano like I do?" "Do you think my birth mother is pretty?" And then, at 10, after a day of too many stares: a teary...
...started pleading for more time. Meet us for dinner? No. Breakfast tomorrow? No. Send you pictures? Please, no. The van stopped at a red light. Somebody opened the door. She kissed Rae on the head, stroked her hair one last time, stepped out, finally let go of her hand and closed the door. The light turned green. We drove off and watched her shrink away from us, dropped off on the corner of Nowhere and Forever...
...fact in the manner of small-town Lutherans, and I could imagine striking up a conversation about the weather and gardens and how fast summer goes by. When it comes my time to go, I imagine doing it in the company of Midwestern Lutheran women who will hold my hand at the end and say, "Boy, they say we're supposed to get two to three inches of rain tonight and we sure could use it but I don't know." And my dying words will be, "Yeah, it actually looks like it's clearing up some...
...alas, you don't get this glorious form without a few blood sacrifices at the altar of function. Take the on-off switch. There's no button, just a purple-glowing touch-sensitive circle. Very year 2000. And very irritating if you happen to brush your hand over it, as I did on more than one occasion, only to discover I had turned the machine off. This is why touch-sensitive keyboards never went mainstream. We humans prefer the certainty of pressing buttons...