Me: Oh look it’s The Red Balloon!
Son: More like the calling card from that creepy clown in It.
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This past Sunday I participated in a 5K Cinco de Miles road race.
I’ve been doing quite a few of these 5K races since I discovered that people could participate as walkers.
I used to run distance track in college, but years of surgery on my legs (me vs. a car – it wasn’t pretty), 6 pregnancies, and good old-fashioned time have done a job on my legs and joints. Some days it was tough just being upright. In fact, four years ago while sitting in my doc’s office I remember putting my hands above my knees and telling him “If you could just cut off both of my legs right here, I’d be fine.” I though living life in a wheelchair was better than living with constant pain. I was holding my life together with narcotics and OTC pain killers and it wasn’t working.
Chronic pain sucks. Continue reading
When I was young, an abused Golden Retriever who lived next door to us began spending most of his time at our house. Our previous dog had died and we missed having a canine friend in our lives. We fed and played with this dog. At some point my mother confronted our neighbor and we took official ownership of Geoff.
Geoff was a gorgeous dog, grateful that he had constant food and a safe place to sleep. We adored him and treated him like the gentle giant he was. Geoff went with us everywhere and always joined in our neighborhood games of dodgeball and kickball. He was our friend.
I eventually went off to college and Geoff, who had gotten older just like us kids did, started to have medical problems. He had some kind of ear/cancer tumor problem that required extensive surgery. The surgery didn’t work, so they did it again.
And again. Continue reading
When I was a child I constantly had two very distinct dreams.
One was about being able to breath under water.
The other was about a majestic flying white horse that always looked out for me.
I had those dreams so often that I came to recognize them as comforting thoughts. We had a pool in our yard and I just knew that nothing could happen to me in the pool, I’d be safe in the water. (It’s probably why I made sure that all my kids knew how to swim and were members of a swim team – water is your friend, you just need to know how to respect it.)
I didn’t learn until I was older that a flying white horse had already occurred in mythology as Pegasus. Either I was tapping into eternal symbology or I was using someone else’s ideas. In any event, my flying horse regularly took me to fantastic places in my dreams. It was my protector, it kept me safe.
Both dreams were so realistic that upon awakening, I would swear that I could breath underwater or that I could fly on the back of my horse. Continue reading
When I was young (like elementary school young) for whatever reason, one night I decided to make a pronouncement at the family dinner table.
“I have decided on the name I’m going to call my first baby.” I announced. I had put much thought into this and was very proud of my decision.
My statement obviously got everyone’s attention. Forks stopped midway to mouths and everyone looked my way.
“Okay,” my mother said, treading gently “what’s the name?”
We had been studying American Indians in class and I was obviously impressed with what I was learning.
“I am going to call my first baby Little White Flower.” Continue reading
One spring break when I was home from college, like most other students I was absolutely exhausted. But I couldn’t “come down” from the frantic-induced anxiety of my stressful courses. The first night home I slept a total of 4 hours.
The next day, my body finally recognized that I was home. I ate good food. I didn’t have to worry about classwork. I began to relax.
That night I slept for 12 hours straight and didn’t wake up until 10:00 a.m.
After I woke and came downstairs my father cornered me in the kitchen. He was angry that I had slept so much. I was lazy, he told me. I was a sloth. He became more and more agitated as he pointed out that I had wasted my day sleeping.
“Yeah but,” I countered. “4 plus 12 equals 16 divided by 2 is 8.” Continue reading
Many years ago, I had a boyfriend who, although nice, I wasn’t sure we were clicking. I second-guessed myself by thinking I just needed to give the relationship more time and things would eventually work themselves out. Right?
One day I was in the bathroom putting on some makeup. One of my cats pushed open the door a crack and entered. She leaned up against my leg and started meowing a friendly greeting to me. Continue reading