My rambling contribution: There is a place in everyone’s basement that is “the corner” where everything goes but no one wants to venture to recover anything. No one really knows what is back there. From the top of the stairs you can see boxes and you recognize the old Rubbermaid bin that you put there last summer. What was in that bin anyhow? Yeah, it’ll come to you at some point. There is probably some moisture now trapped between the layers of boxes and other crap stacked back there. If you move it you know what you will see…
You will find at least one, nasty-ass, giant spider who is just pissed that you have ruined a perfectly good bug-catching spot. You will find at least one dry, shriveled up salamander that came in through the sump pump looking for who-knows-what. You will find at least one piece of paper jammed between the wall and a box that feels damp, probably has some mold even if it is not visible to the naked eye. You will find a pen cap from the pen you used to label the boxes and from that same pen you had to throw away because you lost the cap. You will find a photograph from when you were a kid which will then get you looking for more.
You will start looking through bins, moving boxes, trying to find the box that had all those old photo albums in them. The young people don’t really understand anymore why photo albums were so important and you start to wonder yourself, since you can’t even remember where they are, which means you haven’t looked at any of the photos in a very long time. You will open a box that has that cookbook that you swear you lost, the one with the best meatloaf recipe, the only meatloaf recipe that doesn’t leave you feeling like you just ate a block of wood. You’ll put that aside and look in the next box only to find your old box of treasures. You open it and wonder why you thought this crap was a treasure. A marble, which are made by the thousands and all look somewhat alike. A bottle cap from your first beer. That one fortune from the fortune cookie you had on your first date with that hot guy/girl in your English class. A long necklace with a glass pendant that looks like the earth but is really too small to see any details. That thingy from your high-school graduation cap. Look, it even has the little pendant reminding you of how long ago it was that you were in high school. A letter from you best friend telling you that you are the only one that will ever know the secrets behind the person you thought you knew. Then you start thinking of that best friend…
What ever happened? Was it being away in college that separated you both? Did you have some sort of blowout you can’t remember? What if you were to find your best friend again? Would it be like it was and feel like you never left each others’ sides? Will you feel disappointed to know that your best friend has been keeping in touch with her other friend all these years but hasn’t made an attempt to talk to you? Wait, have you attempted to contact your old best friend? Can you be mad? But why weren’t you ever involved in their talks or get-togethers? Were they better friends than you thought? DId they stay friends through college? Oh, who cares anyhow…you have other friends in your life that actually care about you enough to keep tabs on you.
What is that?…… Holy Shit! That’s a big, friggin’ spider! What the hell!?!?!?! To hell with memories this thing is disgusting. You knew you would come across it at some point. Is it following you as you run up the basement stairs? Is it laughing at you, knowing it will be years before you go back to that spot? When will you go back? Probably either when you die or move….when you have to move those boxes and bins because there is no other choice.
prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opt.”
With the world under COVID watch, there are a lot of decisions that people are having to make, that otherwise would seem so simple.
Should I go shopping? I could or I could opt for home delivery or even curbside pickup Should I visit family? I could or I could opt for Facetime or Skype Should I travel? I could or I could opt to put my funds aside, maybe watch them grow, and plan for when it is safe. Should I go to work? Hell no, not if the boss says, “Stay Home”!
prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word you have to look up.” We all have words we can never spell. Use one of yours in your post and let that word drive your stream of consciousness where ever it goes. Have fun!
Any word containing the “ei” or “ie” vowel blend. My worst word is niece.
My children’s books that I published were all about my great-niece, Penelope.
When my niece was born we were so excited. I was in Florida visiting my father when Bob, my late husband and her uncle, called to tell me that “Susan had the baby!” I immediately asked her name. Penelope! I begged Bob to not go visit her without me.
That night I wrote my book about Penelope. I published it using a vanity press. The only thing I regret about the whole process is that there are things that should have been adjusted or changed in the story but their “editors” don’t really care. Anyhow, I went on to publish four books about Penelope. My niece Susan and Penelope’s father, Frankie are present somewhere in the books as is my sister-in-law.
Anyhow, I am happy that Penelope has the books named after her. Someday I will revise them and publish them with the revisions I like.
Living in infinity is like my life when I try to imagine where I am going and where I have been, underlying all of it with a simple desire to settle down and enjoy the freedoms that I should find easily in my life, only to be mustered by the happenings in fate which are beyond my control or anyone else’s leaving me to feel the uncertainty of the limitlessness of life and of being in this world where there is no stop and there is no start and when you think you have a starting point, you really only have another excuse to wait one more day. It’s living in limbo.
I wrote this in only a few minutes, writing the words that came to my mind without really thinking of what I was saying or where I was going with it. It felt sort of liberating to free my mind of these thoughts that sit and rust in my brain.
I tossed the sweater into the back seat and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Being under the sun, despite the wind generated as I drive through the city, warmed me so much more that I thought possible. Having the top down on my convertible gave me the ultimate feeling of freedom. The only problem about tossing things into the back seat while the top is down is stuff flying out when I picked up speed on the turnpike. Was losing cashmere worth the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and the sun shining on my face? I wouldn’t admit it to my boyfriend, the one that bought me the sweater. With that being said, Mike lives hours away and it wasn’t like he would ever see me driving along
Before I go further I want to recall a little boy. For anyone reading this who worked with me know and remember Bobby. Bobby had a fan fetish. He knew every kind of fan, oscillating, stand, window, you name it. He was cute.
fan fixin’ man
When it’s hot and you need a break use a fan not a rake it has to spin to make the wind If it stops it might be pinned by a piece of broken fan then you bring it to the fan fixin’ man.
Marcy walked down the street with little Milly on her new pink leash. She was scheduled for her spay this coming Friday. Marcy hated to think about the pain that Milly would endure, but knew it was healthier to spay her; the vet said spaying cuts down the chance for cancer.
Milly loved walking on her leash. She was tiny but she acted like a big dog. It was when Brian walked around the corner with his mastiff, Jack, that Milly got so startled she jumped and then fell onto the grass, splayed out like a ragdoll puppy. She got up quickly but was terrified by Jack’s size. Marcy tried to calm Milly, telling her that both Brian and Jack were friends.
Marcy and Brian decided to walk the rest of the way back to the apartment complex together. They had been friends for years, meeting while they moved in on the same day four years ago. Marcy will never forget how Brian was carrying in a box of books when her old neighbor Ester started spraying him with the hose accidentally. She had been watering the flowers in front of the complex and Brian got in the way of the water flow.
Brian secretly wished he could ask Marcy out on a date but now that she had her new puppy, she would be busy. He could use the excuse of walking the dogs to spend time with her though!