This Sunday Morning

This Sunday morning, today, a simple morning, I was just sitting there reading something on the computer or studying the board to make the proper chess move and a friend walked in and gave me a Bavarian crème donut…and the smell was rich and beyond my morning grasp of words…rich sugary and warm with chocolate icing and then…wrapped in waxed paper and held with simple paper towels from the work kitchen dispenser…and it was so simple…so real…an emotion and a donut…if there had only been freshly perked coffee and a crisp wind blowing through the door and scattered yellow and orange and gold leaves lying about…but our winter spring is here and there was nothing to be had as such…eighty or so degrees on a middle-ish November day and our desert sun shone bright and fair…phones rang and people laughed and officers went running to their hot calls and chasing people who bailed-out of stolen vehicles and we heard their emotion and shortness of breath and heard the other people in the background as other officers and people were there to watch and help and one was at gun-point and hold your traffic and the radio was quiet….  And they were only seconds not minutes that passed and it was code-four, one in custody and the room was loud again as they tossed the Sunday paper to each other to search the ads and watch cartoons and it was Sponge-Bob and his friends and someone changed the channel quickly past the man in the robe beseeching someone and others to look to the highest for redemption and the news replaced him and it was boring too, so they turned it to Sports Center or some other random thing and they dispatched their trespassing calls, got officers going for the suicide and later told me about the five year-old in a wheel-chair that had been missing for over an hour…his 15 year-old sister left him out front talking with a friend and came back an hour later to find him gone and nobody knew where he was and called 9-1-1…what is your emergency…and popcorn was popped and yogurt eaten as people came and went and an American officer with a Baltic name and accent asked for an ear-piece for his radio and there’s none to be had today and so…and I met with the two remaining trainees and congratulated them on their successes and wished them more as they left my charge and passed-along to the next phase…they work almost alone now but still need a guide and a listener as they ask about emergencies and say with somber voices “9-1-1, where is the emergency?”  They’re young and new and liking their jobs and want to help and have open and eager minds and they can see the seriousness in our eyes and know our voices are confident as they are still trying theirs on for size and it’s getting easier and thank you and I’ll try to wake when the alarm goes off from now on and no I don’t want to be fired…and can I stay late to make-up the missed time…the morning and afternoon passed and it was one-something and then three and we left the fortress-like building and entered our cars and began our journeys home or wherever our journeys would go and we became our citizen selves and then…the cat won’t eat her food because it’s a day old and she wants a new can and the kids are over and having fun on the trampoline and I don’t know if I want Taco Bell again…seems like common fare…common like not unusual, not like ‘common.’  The day is now passed and past and the evening is upon us and our teams won and lost and we had a little success with the right kind of DVD thingamabob and tomorrow is going to be busy again and I’d love some Bailey’s thank you…and that donut was so sweet this morning…the outer cake was slightly crisp and soft and I could smell the sugar and crème and chocolate and had to lick the last bit off my fingers as it was too good to just wipe off and throw away…and thank you my friend…for a great way to start a Sunday at work.



6 responses

  1. I love this…

    November 23, 2009 at 7:35 am

    • seekraz

      Thank you, Noble Sailor. 🙂

      November 23, 2009 at 7:42 am

  2. Nathan

    I couldn’t tell exactly how you felt about this day. I know you relished the donut, but from the sounds of it, the rest of the day sounded just status quo. Do you feel like every day at work is pretty much the same stuff, different characters? I would imagine after so long of taking 911 calls, it would take quite a stir to really make a call or an event stand out. Anyways, I liked the blog……and if you don’t want Taco Bell we can do something else 🙂

    November 24, 2009 at 3:35 pm

    • seekraz

      The day was another day at work. It started differently with the donut and the gesture from the friend…wonderful things. And the day was another day at work…but I said that already. 🙂 It depends on one’s perspective, as always. I remembered all of those things, as I paid particular and specific attention to them while doing my job. I reflected on them again that evening as I wrote about them…the things that fill the day and occupy our minds. It’s not a passion or an obsession, my job, but it can be and/or is interesting depending on the mindset. When something really stands-out at work, it’s usually horrible and costs someone their life…so I’ll take the mundane for now. I’m glad you liked the blog, Nate. Thank you. 🙂

      November 24, 2009 at 8:19 pm

  3. Blaze

    Interesting post, something is catching me in your writing.
    And by the way, what’s the Baltic name you have mentioned? Just curious as I meet quite many people from Baltic countries every day. Lithuanians’ and Latvians’ names are similar. Estonians’ names are pretty different.

    December 2, 2009 at 2:01 pm

    • seekraz

      I believe the officer’s name was something like Begovic or Babovic…maybe? I don’t recall exactly. I didn’t know the person, hadn’t seen him or his name before, but when he spoke to me I noticed an accent and then checked his name-tag to see where he might have been from. Thank you for visiting the blog and leaving your comments. I’m glad something is catching you in my writing. Thank you again. 🙂

      December 2, 2009 at 3:58 pm

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