It happened late one night in a hotel room. I was staying with my two daughters in a room with two queen beds and a rather large lounge area. I awoke to get a drink of water. The walk in the dark to get this much needed h2o was uneventful. It was on my way back that things got a little dicey. I managed to walk around the chair parked in the middle of the lounge area only to stub my toe on the table. I very quietly whisper...ouch. I'm thinking about my toe when like a dream I find myself on the floor in my suitcase. My falling caused quite a loud crash....I hear MOM. MOM. I didn't respond to the first two mom's I was processing. Okay, looks like I'm in my suitcase; my right hand hurts like hell and the middle finger on my left feels like I jammed it into bowling ball that was too small and my toe hurts. MOM! ARE YOU OKAY? "I'm okay" I say. I get back into bed and fall asleep hydrated, in pain and dream of luggage.
* dad , daddy , pa , papa, pop *my pop is the father of six girls and a self taught artist. One of my first memories of his art is a mural he did in charcoal on a large red wall in our living room. It was a stagecoach with horses, it seemed to jump off the wall into the room. I loved it. He also created a barn 'look' on the second floor landing of our house. Complete with split rail fencing used for the stair rail - the only thing between us and certain death was termite ridden timber. But, it looked fabulous! Our house had only one bathroom and with seven females in the house including my Mom, you can imagine how my Dad felt the need to make his mark (so to speak) in the one room he really had no control over. T hus, began our summer spent retrieving rocks from the river; for what would become the most famous bathroom in town. It was a good size room with a long wall of mirrors, a claw foot tub, the essential toilet and a window. Pop's idea was to
Oh, this sounds so much like something I would do. Don't make a scene, whisper things are just fine while all the while dealing with the pain and embarrassment of falling into your suitcase. LOL LOL
ReplyDeleteI've been known to burn my hand and pretend it didn't even hurt!!!
Kris