Monday, October 21, 2013
Flapping in the breeze
Every day as I drive home from work, I am reminded of an event that happened many years ago, before cell phones, when people were less apt to shoot a stranger who banged on their door and asked to use the phone. My mom was with me in the car as I was driving down the highway. When my car stalled, I pulled to the shoulder and wondered what to do.
Only one thing TO do. I had to get to the nearest house and call my (then) husband. Mom, a nervous Nellie always expecting the worse, told me to be careful as I traipsed through the weeds to the chain link eight foot fence. She jinxed me.
Mind you, I was a lot skinnier then and could heft myself up and over with little difficulty. I managed to get myself up, and as I was coming down on the other side, I got hung up. Literally hung UP on the fence. The leg hole of my shorts got caught, and there I was in a state of suspended animation. I flailed, twisted, and eventually shook myself loose. I banged on the first door and was able to make that phone call, thank goodness.
I drive past that house every single day, and in my mind, I can still visualize myself flapping in the breeze.
I am so busy co creating Not Your Mother's Book...On Family, but as soon as I get an extra minute, I want to tell you all about the Columbia, MO writer's conference. Please come back tomorrow. I will post a picture. Thank you for the congratulations.