Saturday, February 23, 2008
Weary But Wiser PART I
Does anyone remember that story?
"THE SKY IS FALLING! THE SKY IS FALLING! I must go tell the King!"
Because of a pebble that fell on her head while she sat scratching in her garden.
I tend to create visuals, a lot(!!! WARNING) in my head. So, when I recall stories such as these, ones from my childhood, but now with the "adult" knowledge, I look at certain things differently.
Like the scratching bit with Henny in her garden.
There may be some that are out their nodding their heads saying to themselves, "oh yeah, what is she scratching while in her garden?" There are some that are thinking, "story of the sky falling? I don't seem to recall that one."
And I, well, here's my visual TAKE, my crusty way; I picture the story in that form, with the weird mix of words, in my crusty way, and visualize that it's actually me out there. That it is I, sitting outside in our garden, wearing a Henny Penny suit, scratching.
Maybe my nose, I don't know, but I'm scratching.
All the neighbors are perplexed as they drive by.
Makes for a chucklesome visual, doesn't it?
I know, it's WEIRD! Weird that I do that, that is, but, I think that's why I honestly (NOT A TOOT TOOT INFLATE ME POST) think I do a pretty good job with relating to people. I think that's why from the career aspect of my life, I've always done quite well in sales, and perhaps that's because I try to not only see the person, but hear the person as well. To try to empathize with that person. To be as sincere as I can possibly be. But with having that type of keenness like I do, the 'crusty-way,' it can appear crusted up at times.
So, there I was picturing in my head how funny it would look to see me outside as people drive by, me in a Henny suit, scratching.
Then, as I hung up the phone, and Ben and I walked to another level, I hear something,...
That something is water.
We go to the laundry room, and there is water all over the floor. All over, coming from our washing machine.
Ben steps in the room and naturally his clean now dressed for the day socks, are soaked.
Here we are at noon time, 12:00ish, Jack is to be at school at 12:45, and we have water, time issues, and, wet socks.
Funny, I was just talking about socks during my Recipe For Freakness post.
Hmm, patterns emerge........
stay tuned For there will be Part II-on Sunday. And it is true, I have blond back in my hair, because I heard another birdie outside early Saturday morning, so with Spring around the corner from the sounds of the morning, I'm working with her season and going blond to show my love for it!