Today was a day of quiet reflection. My husband took me on an unexpected drive around the countryside and as I gazed on nature's unkempt beauty, I felt inspired to take out a pencil and pad to draw. I couldn't of course, since we were in a moving vehicle and I had not left home with anything of the sort. But, oh, the memories it brought back. Perhaps sometime soon I'll be able to commune with nature and draw to my heart's content.
Aside from nature, these days I find myself looking at houses. I guess you could say that I've got houses on my brain. I keep remembering all the things we did growing up in our house as kids and I'd like to build some of those memories with my kids. I remember playing in the churchyard one time and my sister climbing high on the old building that housed the bathroom. She was almost to the top and I was terrified. "Get down!" I cried. "You could fall!" Do you believe she had the audacity to look over at me and ask if I felt she could jump from the bathroom roof, onto the roof of the old schoolroom and then jump the rest of the way onto the church roof? Even then, I was quite practical and I threatened to tell. That's when she informed me that I was much too pessimistic. Well, I knew right away that I couldn't ask my parents the meaning because my mother would surely send me to look in the dictionary. First though, I would be forced to explain the context in which I heard the word and Carlene would get into trouble. Then I would still be forced to sound the word out to ensure I got the correct spelling and look it up. So thinking myself smart, I went home to search for the dictionary all on my own. The first person to get suspicious was my father. "What you doing in here? Where the rest?" My father was about ready to send me to call home everybody. You see, we were taught that there is safety in numbers and we are our brother's keepers. If one of us was going to the park, we all went and we were expected to know where eachother were and return home together, etc. Anyway, I quickly explained that I just came to look a word up and I would be rejoining the others soon. Well, something there must have caught my mother's ears. She likes to mention how good my hearing was when she and my dad would try to sneak snacks, but I swear, my mother often appeared to be completely oblivious and then all of a sudden, there she was. Well, she found it curious that I felt it necessary to stop playing to come and check out the meaning of a word and so the grilling began. This led to my sister getting scolded and she was so furious at me for telling. I never liked when she was angry at me, but in this situation, I was glad it meant we wouldn't face a repeat of the acrobat incident.
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Irresistible
9/3/2015 04:06:49 am
What acrobat incident
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About AllisonAllison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero. Archives
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