I wanted to see what my answer was from last year, so I peeked back into the archives for a look see. I so enjoyed reading what I wrote last year, if I do say so myself! Since the answer to the prompt is still the same, I decided to give it another once through, for your reading pleasure.
May you enjoy the story… I did!
… The woman behind the counter smiled gently at me, as she cleaned her ear piercing tools. My heart was in my throat, it seemed. Getting my ears pierced was the most grown up thing I had ever done by my own choice.
My Nana had bought me a pair of earrings in the shape of bright red apples, but this time the jewelry wasn’t clip on… they were the real thing in the eyes of a 6 year old. My mother told me that I could get my ears done if I chose on my own… no hand holding or cajoling would be forthcoming.
I lay in bed awake the entire night before we embarked on this grown up lady stuff I wanted to take part in. I was terrified, of what I am not sure… but if they could poke me with a vaccination needle whenever they felt like it, and trade me a stupid sucker for my time, then I must be grown up enough to take the needle for a pair of gloriously beautiful red apple earrings. My mind was made up on the matter, so I just lay there and waited for the sun to come up.
I was so terrified of backing down and not being able to wear my new gift… it was in truth, the only thing that kept me on that swinging stool, there in that Bon Marche Department Store. I tucked my feet behind the bar beneath the seat, grabbed the sides of the stool with both hands in a military vice grip and tried to find my happy place.
I apparently had nothing to worry about, because it was over before it had begun! That fast… bang bang… All Done! They were kind enough to do both ears at the same moment, probably in case I backed out half way through the deal. I was so happy and proud of myself that I burst into tears, making the grown ups think I was in pain or shock. Not so!
I WAS A LADY!
So now I will explain the hilarious fall out from my Grown Up Anxiety Filled Sleepless Night… the reality of how most adults handle stress.
As exhausted as I was from no sleep and worry, over my piercing adventure, I never had a moment to catch some zzzzzz’s until that night after we got home. I was so tired that I could barely touch my dinner, and vaguely remember my mom walking me down the hallway to my bedroom……..
…. The rain fell steadily in the darkness, only illuminated by the distant street lamps, flickering occasionally. I was sitting in the passenger seat of our station wagon, while my parents were in a Parent/Teacher Conference up the street. As I waited for them to return, I saw movement not too far down the block, barely visible through the sheets of rain falling across the hood of the car.
I heard her before I saw her… this scary Witch that looked suspiciously like the lady off of the Wizard of Oz, if I am being completely honest. I could hear her laughing wickedly as she slowly materialized out of the darkness. Yup! It had to be that horrible woman who took Toto away from Dorothy. Don’t judge… I have a bucket list of different childhood memories that are triggered by different movies I had in my tiny mind.
Anyway, as the witch steadily approached my car, I frantically checked all the door locks and glanced up at the entrance of the school, hoping I would see my parents walking down the steps toward our car. Nope! As Jack Sparrow says, I was “all by me onesies!”
I crawled down under the dash where I could be hidden from view for the most part, except my feet could still be seen from the passenger door. I heard her approach the car, walk all the way around it dragging her super long witchy fingernails across the metal doors… witches always have super long curvy red nails if you needed a visual.
Then the witch stopped directly in front of the passenger side door where I was crouched down on the floor. All I could see was the tip of her hat, but I could hear what she was doing… she was picking the lock on my door with those awful fingernails. I watched in horror as the little metal door lock popped!
The next thing I knew, I was strapped onto a torture table, in the parking lot underneath the Sprouse Ritz Department Store, and that witch began to tickle me with those long fingernails…
It was torture! I began to laugh and could not stop! I fought to get away, but was strapped down so there was no escape for me… no way out! Except to wake up, but I had been so tired from the night before that it was like crawling through thick Jello to do anything. Never fear though, laughter is here… I laughed so hard that I rolled myself out of the top of our bunkbed and landed with a thump on the floor below. That did the trick!
Isn’t it funny the way we handle stress… often bottling our fears, stuffing them down and hiding them away from judging eyes. I realize that I was just a child and that the dream was probably just a way to release the tension I had been holding for several days over a perceived painful event. There was no real danger or trauma involved in ear piercing, but to a child trying to be a grown up, it most assuredly seemed like there might.
My take away from the whole affair was this… I would for sure think long and hard the next time I wanted to be a grown up!
From then to now, I still often find myself thinking long and hard every time I have to do grown up stuff… I know I should be fine with getting tickled all night in a parking lot, but this girl would rather leave the Witch back at Sprouse Reitz…
In a world where humans no longer have a real grasp on the true value of a dollar, thanks to credit cards and bank loans that one can never repay, the idea of what to do with a million dollars if I had it, seems absurd!
Through my head flies “lead a horse to water” or “old dog new tricks” or “where a man’s treasure is”, along with a larger list that would require a whole lot of cookies for everyone reading my response to the daily prompt. To be honest, I don’t feel like baking that many cookies today, so you’re all off the hook this time.
I didn’t mean that I wouldn’t bake you cookies, just not a plethora of them. If you aren’t sure of what a plethora is, just ask El Guapo… he had a plethora of Piñata’s, according to his right hand man, Jefe. Google the movie Three Amigos and you’ll see…
Well, things took an interesting turn this morning, even before we’d gotten out of bed.
You know those things that sit on the bedside table in your hotel rooms? Those boxes with buttons and lights on them, and a weird microphone thingie with a cord attached? Well, I was awakened by a loud buzzing coming out of the box and the little red light was flashing. I picked up the microphone thingie, only to hear the sound of a woman speaking out of it.
Politely, she informed me that we needed to please move into another room… in another building… on the other side of the facility… before noon! While we don’t have much, we do have things that have to be repacked and moved back out to the car, and then back up another flight of stairs to the other room. The zinger, for us was, my husband needed to leave for classes within the next hour… so noon was just a fantasy.
I had all these delusions of grandeur about starting back to producing some good content for everyone, but that was a pipe dream. Oh well! There’s always tomorrow…
…Tomorrow, tomorrow… it’s only a day away…
Wait, what were we talking about?
Oh yeah, moving to another room. Oddly enough, there were some nice trade offs, in terms of having to move… again!
While I’ve lost the ottoman with wheels that slides across the floor, and the nice lap tray that comes with it, this room comes with a toaster. I’d bought all the supplies to make egg McMuffins when our adventure first began, only to find that our room didn’t come with a toaster. When I discovered one in the new room, it felt like we’d just one the lottery… well, more like a really nice door prize!
Speaking of winning the lottery, I bet my two house plants feel like they’ve certainly scored big time! Each one gets her own window to soak up the morning light. They must feel like they were born in a cave, but have now been delivered to the promise land.
Also, the laundry room and gym are now right next door, so it’s much more doable for me to carry laundry there, compared to back and forth across the entire parking lot.
To be honest, aside from disrupting my morning slightly, it was such a small inconvenience when one looks at the grand scheme of things. This was nothin! I got a brisk workout, and got a whole new clean motel room… lol!
The fact that other people keep cleaning for me, as well as laundering all our towels and bedding and taking out our garbage… is giving this girl a princess complex!
What I find rather hilarious about answering this prompt is all my answers seem to be running in reverse, as far as my age and maturity are concerned.
Back in the day, when everyone my age was playing computer games, I was crocheting, cooking and camping. Then when I got older, and slower, I switched it over to doing the things I should have been doing when I was a kid!
While my arthritis and fibro prevent me from doing any of my usual hobbies, as well as, we are a bit homeless just now… my writing and gaming fingers are still on point!
I wrote something a while back, regarding myself, my husband, and my brother-in-law’s gaming techniques.
If you haven’t read that story yet, or if you want another good laugh, you should click the link.
Either way, don’t forget to grab a fresh cookie on your way out…
Welcome aboard Wind In Her Sails Wave Rider, our sea going vessel for today!
Please feel free to move about the deck, as our Captain is quite skilled at keeping us upright and speeding forth. You will find that since our vessel is quite sturdy, all you need concern yourself with is the beautiful view.
There’s such sweet peace in the knowledge that the vessel I sail upon is simply unsinkable! Regardless of weather, danger, obstacles, or even my inability to run the ship by myself, once I signed on with this Captain… He never let go!
All I see right now is clear blue skies and a bright morning sun… hey, there’s other people out there!
Hmmm… I suppose they may have been there all along, but I simply didn’t see them… until now. Who knew?
There is something to be said about the difference of things, depending on how you’re viewing them.
Perspective is everything when you’re flying blind. I’m learning how important it is for me to look through my telescope’s lens properly, and without squinting. No wonder Captain Jack Sparrow always leaned back and looked at everything with a crazy face… or maybe it was just the rum.
Anyway, for anyone not suffering from motion sickness during our voyage today, there are snacks up in the crows nest…
When I was small it felt like I was the color crayon queen, as I feverishly colored every single page of my color books! I consciously sought to use as many brightly colored crayons as I could muster, on each and every page. It was wonderful… as long as I stayed inside the lines!
When I homeschooled my daughters, I was given the renewed desire to draw and paint. It was like my early school days all over again! We had nearly everything that Crayola offered, as I felt it my motherly duty to provide full courses in every category of education, especially art. The bonus for me was that my daughters were so young, they thought I was amazing at whatever we did. Homeschooling them was like Disneyland for this girl!
With all that being said, I am simply awful at painting… I mean, we’re talking train wreck bad! While I aspire to have the talent of artists such as Picasso and the like… I’m more akin to Bob Rossi mixed with Will Farrell. No offense Bob… I’m just keeping it real.
To be honest, due to the sheer number of songs and artists that entertain my lyrical cravings, I am unable to come up with any single album that one considers a favorite.
I love nearly all genre’s, and listen to them in the fashion that my mood brings forth… that’s the beauty of it… there’s so much glorious music out there at the touch of a button!
While I may not be able to call out a favorite album by name, what I do have are a sizeable number of playlists, on several different online music platforms.
I listen to Pandora on many of my walks, and am also an avid viewer of the music video’s available on YouTube.
I did my share of musical concert going with friends years ago, but to be honest with you… I never bought the tickets myself, and the venue was always one of my friends’ favorite bands.
If I were to reminisce with you about some of the venue’s we snuck into when we were teenagers, not only would I be revealing my age but also my criminal background… hehehe. In truth, we were more interested in flirting with the road crew, than we were about the music playing. What can you expect? We were teenage girls… Hormones!
Anyway, I don’t feel like picking one precious memory over the other to come up with just one favorite. For me, the answer would change by the time I finished writing out the reasons for the album I chose… just sayin!