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Death by Cherry

Monday, September 6th, 2010

Almost done with the weekly grocery shopping, Pam glanced over at the bakery in Walmart.¬† Tommy’s mother would be coming for dinner tomorrow after church, and she loved sweets.¬†

Should I buy a cake, or make one, she thought.

Mentally, she checked off the ingredients she would need for tomorrow’s dinner.

“Oh, Tommy, did you say whether or not we had a can of chicken broth in the cabinet?”

“No, but I’ll go get some cans.”¬† And he walked off to the soup aisle.

Pam moved over to the cakes to see what was available.  Nothing called out to her, so she decided to just make a dessert.  On her way walking out of the bakery section, she stopped for a bit to watch the cooks decorating a birthday cake.  Some little girl was going to have a very pretty Barbie cake.  That is, if they finished on time.  The manager was hounding the girl to decorate it faster because the customer was supposed to be there in about 15 minutes.

Pam left the bakery and got in line to check out.

Time past, and Pam kept looking back to see if Tommy was coming.  Naturally, he would forget that he had told her to just go in line.  One more look back, and there he was, walking over to her.

“I fell,”¬† he said.

“You fell?”

“Yes, as I came around the fruit counter, I slipped on a cherry, and fell.¬† I had the 2 cans in my hands.¬† I didn’t want to let them go and them get dented, so I couldn’t stop myself from falling and I fell on my keister.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, not me.”

“You hurt someone?”

“As I fell my hand hit the counter, and I lost my grip on the can.¬† It flew and smashed some birthday cake they were¬† making in the bakery.”

And that is how the Barbie cake died.

*No cakes were harmed in the making of this story.¬† Just my husband’s pride, his keister, and a mashed cherry that the Walmart crew should have cleaned up.

That Sinking Feeling

Monday, July 6th, 2009

As I sat in my chair drinking my morning coffee, a sinking feeling tugged at me.¬† I felt like there was something I needed to do, but I couldn’t figure out what.¬† I looked around the living room into the shadows of the darkened house.¬† It was early morning, and quiet.¬† Eveyone else was still asleep.¬† I shrugged, and returned to reading my email.¬† I loved the early morning peace and quiet–a time for just me.

Again, that feeling surrounded me and tugged at me.¬† Urgently, it pulled at me, wanting me to get out of that chair.¬† Finally, I stood up and let that feeling pull me to the window.¬† The drapes were still closed, and I hesitated with my hand on the curtain rod.¬† What if, there was someone standing outside that window?¬† I thought about waking my husband for a few seconds, but I didn ‘t.¬† It was silly.¬† At 7 am it would be light enough to see and the house was all locked up.¬† If there were someone outside that window, I’d be safe inside my house, calling the police.

I turned the curtain rod, and the drapes slid open.  Nothing stood outside the window.

It was 7 am and the morning sun was rising above the haze.  It would be another hot day, I could tell.  The haze was already burning off.  A thin specter of the haze drifted in front of the house towards the dark mound of dirt in front of the house.

No!¬† It couldn’t be!

I ran to the door and opened it, staring in disbelief.  Where my 45-foot pine tree should have been was a hole, the size of its trunk.  Movement in the hole caught my attention.  And just as my eyes flew to the center of the hole, I could see part of a pine tree branch descend into the hole.  And then it was gone.  No more 45 foot tree.  Nothing but a hole!

 

Real life tree gnomes.  These members from Oasis Tree Care take down our pine tree.  We wanted it removed because during Hurricane Gustav (September 2008), it bent so much in the wind that we were afraid it would fall onto the house.  So as the new hurricane season comes, we cleared our the tree.  It was a good thing, too.  It's been so dry that some of the tree branches were awfully brittle.  These people were very professional, quick, and clean.  They removed everything, including grinding the stump.  If you're in the Baton Rouge area and need tree removal done, I'd recommend Oasis Tree Care, 225.277.7317

Real life tree gnomes. These members from Oasis Tree Care take down our pine tree. We wanted it removed because during Hurricane Gustav (September 2008), it bent so much in the wind that we were afraid it would fall onto the house. So as the new hurricane season comes, we cleared out the tree. It was a good thing, too. It's been so dry that some of the tree branches were awfully brittle. These people were very professional, quick, and clean. They removed everything, including grinding the stump. If you're in the Baton Rouge area and need tree removal done, I'd recommend Oasis Tree Care, 225.277.7317

The Standoff

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

 

 

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Tommy carefully backed out of his driveway and began driving out of his subdivision.¬† He had to be careful here.¬† There were too many children playing around the road, and too many dogs and cats that roamed loose.¬† He didn’t want to hit anyone or anything.¬† Sometimes he wished those kids’ parents would teach them to play in their yards and not the road, but Tommy must confess that he enjoyed seeing children playing in his neighborhood.¬† It made his home feel like a home.

Fortunately, there wasn’t much traffic in the neighborhood, and today Tommy’s was the only car on the road.

Just as he rounded the bend in the road, Tommy came upon a squirrel that played in the road.  He was afraid to swerve to the left or the right, for fear that the stupid squirrel would veer the wrong way and he would flatten it anyway.  So Tommy stopped the truck in the middle of the road, hoping that the squirrel would make up his mind to leave and Tommy would go around it the other way.

But rather than leaping off the road, the squirrel sat up on its hunches and looked at Tommy.  And there they stood eye to eye, neither one of them moving. 

Tommy tried revving his engine.¬† Normally that would make a stray dog or cat move towards the side of the road.¬† But this squirrel just stayed there, meeting Tommy’s angry glare with a challenge of all things.

Ok, Squirrel.  You got it.

And Tommy mashed down on the horn, blaring it  at that rodent in the road.

The squirrel chattered at him and then ran to the side of the road. 

It didn’t run far, just to the side, and turned back to look at Tommy in his truck.¬† As Tommy passed slowly by the squirrel, Tommy swore that he saw the squirrel shaking his paw at him.

Shake all you want squirrel.¬† You’re alive, and I got by.

And as Tommy turned the corner out of the subdivision, he realized — this time.