coming home.
Anne was behind the bathroom door, brushing teeth and doing leg lifts. We had the same idea.
'What smells like a sweaty spaniard in here, Anne?' She pointed to Abe's shorts laid over the bathtub.
'If anyone wants to fix my hair for driveway dance, then…that would be nice.'
Anne explained, 'Merry, I was ready to exercise thirty minutes ago, but you said you had to do your little thing.'
I sighed. Who's pile of hair is that in the floor?...Y'all…c'mon.' {I try to…. encourage my sistren to sweep up their locks after brushing them out in the floors.} Melody started laughing.
'They're mine…remember?' And I did. Because I had brushed them out yesterday when I'd been fixing her hair. Drat. I'm constantly cornering myself, then slapping me, and laughing.
Today was my second time to "jump off" a car.
visually: Me leaping from the roof of a car.
Actually: Me trying to remember all the instructions Chris gave to me over my dying phone the one other time I'd done it before, then acting like I knew what to do this time: 'HEH! Jump off a car? Old hat, my dear, a terribly old hat.'…..But when it came to doing it, all I could think was, "Which one am I supposed to attach first??? Red or Black??? Wait…how do I open the hood?? Didn't he say by all means not to let one of them touch ANYTHING once the other one is attached??? I was just glad that this time all of Chris' neighbors were not watching me from their front porches. But as I attached them, then sat in the truck waiting, I could imagine a clicking noise, then a deafening explosion, and then later, me in the hospital with hanging head, trying to explain to Chris "I thought I had the right ones attached…?" Machines are such volatile things in my mind.
You can imagine the victory when the car took the feed and started, peacefully. {though, this was with Mama re-adjusting the cord some}.
And now I am taking a crew of kids home. A crew of happy tired kids with pine straw taped to their faces because they want to be old men,
good eve.
Oh my goodness...you make me feel like I am a fly on the wall of your imagination! Love you!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the car was jumped off successfully! I talked to your mama BEFORE it got successful. I learned to jump off cars in Arkansas (which is fitting), but I'd be afraid to now, if it were all of the sudden necessary.
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