At about midnight on Thursday there was a huge thunderclap followed by lightening which took out the electricity for a short while. We got that back rather quickly but I didn’t get my cable, phone and internet back until about 4pm Sunday evening. I thought I’d be broken up about it but I wasn’t really. It was very quiet around here, what’s new right? But I didn’t have as much of an issue as I thought I would. Maybe part of that has to do with the fact that I had a date on Friday and a date Sunday evening.
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I walked in the kitchen holding a small basket of laundry and my hair sort of unkempt. To pull off the “poor orphan girl” act I removed my shoes, wore a red shirt and a baggy pair of jeans. That by the way is my standard outfit so not much effort was put into the poor orphan child look save jacking up my hair. As I approached the kitchen I lowered my shoulders and said to Fife:
Me: Um, Papa.
Fife: Yessssss?
Me: Gus has the runs. It seems he’s eaten something and it made him sick. Can I um, borrow some money?
Fife: How much?
Me: Look into my sad brown eyes before I tell you, and remember I’m an orphan. Your supposed to take care of orphans and widows. My ex-husband isn’t dead but if that makes a difference I can have it arranged.
Fife: It makes a difference.
Me: Then I’ll need more than $5.00.
Sometimes I feel ignored, sometimes I feel dominated. I feel taken out when needed and shelved when I’m not. I feel like a punching bag for harsh words against my gender and political beliefs. I feel like a toy, or maybe just the rag she wrings in her hands.
Anna raced through the front door and up the stairs to her mother’s room to tell her all about show and tell the next day at school. Everyone would bring in a pet, their favorite pet and tell a story about it. Anna only had Cheyenne to bring. Since she was the only pet she’d have to do and she’d make her look so wonderful that everyone would want one just like her.
At mother’s room Anna burst in the door and exclaimed, “Mama, tomorrow is show and tell. I want to take Cheyenne. Can I? she begged. “Get out of here would you? I’m trying to get myself together for dinner with Roger.” Little Anna sighed and slowly backed out of the room. Ever since Roger entered the picture she saw very little of her mother. She’d leave the house, the city, the state, the country without her and spend time on great adventures, without her. All Anna had was a big empty house … and Cheyenne. She didn’t much care for her either but if that was all she had she’d play with her. But you let a better option come along and Chey could eat her dust for all she cared. She was just a standby anyways, not much anyone could do with her but tolerate her, Anna thought. But tomorrow when she’s put on display everyone will fall in love with Anna for having her.
I’d like to report that I did something amazing Sunday afternoon and evening but I didn’t. I didn’t go out and search for hidden treasures or stay in and search for the purpose of life. I didn’t bury my face in a book for enlightenment nor did I create an artful masterpiece. Nope, what I did was sit in front of the TV with a big bucket of popcorn and watched Agatha Christie.
….. omg no you didn’t! No,… no you didn’t.
Today on the phone I spoke with a lady that is to have me foster her poor little fish tank for a bit. While taking to this complete stranger her 15 year old walked into the room and said to his mom, “I have a sexy body and I know it.” The mother laughed and then said to me, “We know he’s not gay because he’s been interested in girls since he was a little thing.” I had no idea where that came from so I just ignored it until she said something else about being gay. That’s when I readily volunteered my sexual preferences.
Instead of just shutting up she decided to bubble forth with the utmost stupidity by saying, “Oh, that’s okay, my best friend is gay.” If that wasn’t enough she went on to explain that he’s as gay as the day is long and as queer as a two dollar bill. I sat in silence, stunned at the amount of stupidity spewing forth from one single human being. How does she house such ignorance in a small space such as her body? Does she have black friends too? Maybe she’s all diverse and hangs out with a few Latinos? Does she push the envelope and hang out with a Muslim or two? Damn woman, where are you from, I mean really?
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