Grab me a pen, give me some paper…


Kind of sounds important, doesn’t it?  Don’t be fooled.  If by the second paragraph I remember why I sat down to write this, we’ll both eat cake.

Oh, it was about the weather.  WAIT!  That’s simply unjust, mean and cruel.  I saw the news today and my heart breaks for those of you in North Carolina, upstream, as well as downstream.  Let’s wander elsewhere.  Shall we?  Yes, we shall.

I spent three full days in bed making Pom-Poms out of tissues.  And not intentionally.  “No, Martha, I did not use your official cut-and-twist guide.”  I fashioned mine while I tried building a dam to nowhere, for my sinus drainage.   I took my temperature so many times I killed the battery in the thermometer.  I’ve never slept so many hours in my life!  This comes from someone who suffers extreme bits of insomnia.  Food?  I found two cans of soup at the back of the cupboard, and considering we don’t eat processed canned items I can’t help but wonder where they came from, much less, why I consumed them.

I’d had enough of this Chit, so by 10:00 a.m., I drug my lazy self out of bed and into the steaming shower, threw on some clothes and asked Hannah if she’d like to go for a walk.

I thought I’d heard a lot of commotion over the roar of my blow dryer, but I wasn’t in the mood to go ‘seek-and-find,’ what all the mischief was.  Once dressed, and out the door, I looked up the street to see the fire truck.  What the heck?!#&@

Okay, right off the bat I have to confess.  I’m not into seeking out horror.  I can’t handle it. Put me in a car, drive me down the freeway and have someone shout, “Look!  There’s been a car accident!”  What do I do?  Slither down in my seat and turn my head in the opposite direction.  If I’m the one who happens to be driving, you won’t find me rubbernecking.


Where was I going with this?


The Walk…(and not on the wild side.)

Finally, upon our way, and we journey toward the coffee shop.  I realize I can’t enter, doggie and all, but then I remember the new app I have downloaded on my phone.  Hannah and I mosey up to the patio and sit down.  Attempting to order, I realize this app needs a few software upgrades, but I’m not in the mood to hack up the menu in broad daylight, much less try to find a work-around on the stores wi-fi firewall.  Dang, I can’t just walk away, the pup is looking at me with those sweet, begging eyes as if to ask, “How much longer, Mummy?”

Thinking comes quick when smitten by man’s best friend.  I lasso a chair with her harness and tie the pup securely to it, placing her in full view of any area I’ll find myself at once inside the store.

Entry.  Order.  Exit.  (Prayers answered that no one kidnapped my doggie!)

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…..Admit it, you’re just a wee bit bored, but you just can’t seem to pull yourself away from all the action. Consider yourself a rubbernecker and let’s get moving…..

We are at a junction in the road.  If we take the route we came, we’re out 1.5 miles, but if we journey the alternate route we are out 1.5 miles.  Decisions, decisions, oh, and the trick math question at the end.  (Find your calculators.)

Let’s go rogue.  I’m caffeinated and jet-packed by toxic chemicals from eating rancid soup. What could go wrong?

The Traffic Light!…(into the jungle)

Sucker must have been rigged for red-light runners!  Hannah and I were caught in the median of a crazed intersection.  Everyone dreams of a cuppa joe or a fuel tank of $2.35 gasoline.  I think the only thing that saved us was my California Highway Patrol t-shirt my son (in-law) gave me.  I looked OFFICIAL!

Okay, I was only a third grey, now color me white-headed.  I match the dog now.  Lesson learned:  Rubberneckers.  “You folks are everywhere!”  One of you almost put tire tracks on my bright orange and pink sneakers.  Tell the truth, “We’re you wanting my eye color or that close-up of fear earmarked across my face?”

…..This painstakingly will end at some point.  Why don’t you take a snooze and check back later for the mischief of the last mile and a half?….

Safely upon green space, we walk among the oak trees listening to the sound of acorns dropping in our midst.  (Note to self:  Bring bike helmets in the future.)  Meandering along and I look up to see we are at the high school.  My heart skips a beat, and then another. “Wasn’t it just yesterday?”  Oh how time does fly.  But I won’t let this moment go.  I grab my phone and take a couple of photos.  I zip them off to my two beautiful daughters.  They’ll open their messages and go back in time themselves.  I wonder at what moments their day will stand still?  I knew mine.  I know it well.  I’ll cherish it forever.

There I sat awaiting the dismissal bell.  The bell echoes.  Oh, I miss that bell.  I miss all the ringing of that far off bell.


Saturday my youngest daughter moves away from home.  Off to her grown up home.  Not a dorm room, no, those days are gone, too.  There’s part of me that wants her to go, but then there is that part of me that knows how far away she may one day travel.  And yet, I must give her the pieces of the apron strings, the wings to fly, to soar, to dream and dare.

Did anyone find me a pen and some paper?  Did you find your calculators?  Get ready, here she blows:

If I live 1.5 miles in one direction, yet I am able to travel in an opposing direction 1.5 miles and arrive at my origination, what direction am I traveling?

Hey, it’s a trick question.  ;)


~ by coffeegrounded on October 6, 2015.

17 Responses to “Grab me a pen, give me some paper…”

  1. Oh dear. This had me giggling! I do hope you are feeling better and also am happy that Hannah didn’t get dog-napped! Fresh air usually helps!

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    • I kept telling myself, “You’re out in the fresh air, the sun is shining down and vitamin D is killing the lingering germs.” … I actually did feel much better after our jaunt. Three days of germ-induced sleep and the walls were caving in.

      Glad you got a chuckle. Thanks for reading. I look forward to catching up with you.


  2. You had me laughing and crying in this one post, Margie. A thousand or so words and you summed up the important things about life and love and letting go and keeping your best friend close.

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    • Thank you, Sweetie.

      All through the weekend I felt a bit shadowed, not really depressed, but I knew something was lurking at the door. It wasn’t until I stood under the grove of oaks that led up to the school that I could put my pulse onto it.

      I have made that trek thousands of times, and although the girls have been away for years, the finality finally exposed itself
      as I stood there to take those pictures. My oldest daughter’s words summed it all up for me…

      “Seems like so long ago, but also like it was just yesterday at the same time.”

      Now I find myself feeling that way as the youngest daughter packs her belongings. Things off the wall, out of the cupboards, all hers, but items assumed communal up until now.

      Okay, I’m off to give ‘Martha’ a demo of tissue Pom-Pom’s 101.
      ☕️❤️. She’ll have to work with the damp ones. That should expose her true resourcefulness. 😘


  3. That’s such a humorous and beautiful post! That was a nice and long walk you had. Good luck to your younger daughter :D

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  4. You had me spinning in “circles.” *grin*

    Take care of that cold and remember…apron stings never sever, they only ever stretch.

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  5. I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award! Check out my post here:

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  6. I think this may be my favorite of all your blog posts! You had me laughing right up to the end . . . and then you had me almost in tears with that beautiful paragraph about your daughter moving out. Mine just left for college a few weeks ago, so I want to remember what you said about giving her the “pieces of the apron strings, the wings to fly, to soar, to dream and dare.”

    Here’s hoping you feel better soon!

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    • Thank you, A.J., somehow life just speeds up faster, one day we feel like we have all the time in the world and the next, we realize the chapters are almost finished.

      Congratulations on your college girl! Thanks, too, for visiting.


  7. Sharon beat me to the answer, but otherwise ….this post had me in stitches!!! Despite not feeling well, you never lost your sense of humor!

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  8. Circular.

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