Even Garfield proudly hated Mondays. And so many artists have written songs about their general disdain for Mondays. Most of us dread Mondays and have turned this day of the week into the villain in our life story.
Monday’s are like Daenerys Targaryen throwing a lavish party and Cersei showing up uninvited.
Or, Selina Myers finally winning the presidency and then finding out that the vice-president-elect is Jonah Ryan.
When you were scared to get on the elevator.
When you had the measles.
When you thought there were sharks at the bottom of swimming pools.
When you first realized some dolls look just like you.
When you fed the dog your eggs.
When you saw snow for the first time.
When you cried because your rabbit died.
When you didn’t want to share.
When you were accepted into that school.
When you snuck out of the house to buy a Big Mac Combo and Mom cooked dinner and rather than confess you sat down and ate…again.
When you were scared on your first day at every school.
When you brought home the man of your dreams, got married and graduated I was there.
Have you heard of radical acceptance? I’ve been trying it out for a while now. What a great concept. Basically, it’s accepting the things that you have no control over without resistance. For example; going to the store and your favourite hash browns are not in stock for weeks at a time. You can:
The weekend is almost over and I have had two false starts at going to the movies. I’m ok with that but only because crowded theatres give me the chills. Is it ok to say that? Too late, I already did.
Below is a list of things I didn’t do all weekend:
1. Worry incessantly about the impending work week.
2. Relive the past in various ways slowly formulating a different ending to a strange week.
3. Think about parents paying to get their kids perfect grades so they can get into schools.
Awwww look at them, living dangerously and biting their ice-cream front teeth first. Aren’t they sweet? Anyway, I’m sure in some previous post I mentioned sensitive or achy teeth, Link here: T’was the Night Before 40 . I have a recurring dream where I smile in front of my bathroom mirror and some of my teeth very eagerly bounce into the sink. Continue reading “WHY’d I Think That Would go Well?”→
I grew up in an urban area. My mom still encouraged me to learn how to grow plants. I went outside daily, watering a grain of corn. It was fascinating watching it grow from a tiny little thing to just above my twiggy ankles and then to the height of my scrawny waist.
After all that watering, its stalk eventually sprung up and had nearly passed the top of my head. There were even two ears of corn growing now. I ran and asked mom if it was ready to be picked and she told me it probably wasn’t ready yet. I imagined the silk beyond the husk slowly yet very purposefully assembling each and every grain of corn. Finally, as summer was nearing its end, I was told that I could soon pick my corn and it would be ready to eat.
Most years at the end of summer, our final family trip was to the amusement park. On the morning of the trip, I snuck out and watered my corn. I was full blown obsessing over it but, I also didn’t want to hear that it wasn’t ready to eat yet. Against the wall, behind my corn was a twin-size bed board. I paused to wonder when it had been placed there. Oh well, I ran to the front yard and got in the car with my siblings. Dad drove us all to the amusement park.
After going on a few rides the sky went dark, then it rained, and got really windy. We were told by the park “authorities” that a storm would be passing through some nearby towns. We continued with our fun regardless, especially since we knew the storm wasn’t going to touch us at the theme park.
Then we left a little early to stop at Michael Jackson’s house. Call me a liar all you want! We were specifically told that after the theme park we were going to meet Michael Jackson. So, the obvious never even occurred to me.
When we got to Michael Jackson’s house, our parents stood tall behind us all. My older brother and sisters were such skeptics but, I saw them glimpse as the door opened slowly. Hi, how are you? Come in! The amount of disinterest and disappointment that rushed through me was palpable. My siblings pretended that they didn’t share my feelings but I knew they did. He was so far from being Michael Jackson that I’m positive he saw the disappointment on every child’s face. Before you start feeling sorry for him consider this; I’m sure he was used to it with a name like that! And, he most likely had used his name to his advantage more than once in his life. The visit went on and on as they always do as a child. Eventually, we all went home.
As soon as we got home from the house of disappointment, I rushed to the backyard to check on my corn. Only I didn’t see it. There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. I turned around thinking I missed something but still there was nothing. Until I remembered that stupid bed board! I immediately heard echoes of the park authorities saying, “storms in some nearby towns.” I hadn’t even thought that they meant in our own backyard! The board had been swept sideways by the wind. It had officially squeezed every bit of lively hood out of my corn. All that was left were the tassels of stringy golden silk just beyond the edge of the bed board. They were squished into the mud. My shoes slipped and I fell into the mud as tears streamed down my face. I used all of my strength and tried to pry the board off my corn. My corn had been nurtured from seedling to squashed! But I wasn’t about to give up. I ran inside and yelled for help. Mom came outside explaining how sorry she was. She also explained that there was no way of knowing that a storm like that blah blah blah! I couldn’t really hear over my tears as sobbing. She then explained something else inaudible about it not being garbage day yet and that there wasn’t anywhere else to put it. Whatever she said it didn’t console me at all. Still, every time I see corn growing in a field it brings me back to that dark, rainy, windy afternoon.
Love corn will never grow it!
But, I will always have the story of when I met Michael Jackson.