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I tried hiding, running and even considered a flight out of the
country
but Corny found me! I better start from the beginning.
This morning, my phone rang and it was Corny. She said she
rang me by mistake (yeah right) but now that I was up, would I write
my “life story” (because of my age) from a historical point of view.
I said “yes”.
After all, I was only thinking about one paragraph, maybe two.
However, she did say from the beginning and historical, or did she
say hysterical? So putting on my clown persona, here goes...
At the time I was born, the dinosaurs were on their way out. I
grew up eating leaves and berries. Would have preferred yellow rice
and chicken;
but as you know at that time, the chicken hadn’t crossed the road,
yet.
And as far as a rice crop, who ever heard of a Chinese caveman,
they weren’t around.
In the many, many, many years that followed, three ships landed on
shore with an Italian named
Columbus.
They started calling us Indians thinking they had landed in the
Indies. Isn’t that just a like a man,
always getting lost. The women on the ship kept saying
“we told him to turn left 1250 knots ago”.
The passage of time took my parents, so I decided to travel down
south.
A man by the name of Ponce de Leon was looking for some kind of
fountain of youth. I don’t think he ever found it from the looks of
him.
He named the place Florida which means flower
(Umm, interesting name Flower).
I settled there; met my husband; got married. We were living a very
peaceful life, when some strangers landed on a rock and started
calling themselves pilgrims and complaining about wanting
self-government.
They kept saying “#%!$ to the British and down with the Tower of
London”.
Before long, they turned into the thirteen original colonies;
someone dumped tea into the
Boston
Harbor and Paul took off on ole Nellie yelling that the #%!$ British
were coming.
There was also a shot that was heard around the world;
although, I didn’t hear it.
Again, we were on the road and as usual my husband took the wrong
road and landed in Salem. We high tailed it out of there when we saw
all the smoke and chatting.
What seems like decades, and as I recall, there emerged from all the
struggles and strife the best country, under God, ever created.
Wally and I finally settled in
Tampa.
We raised two great children
and were blessed with four beautiful grandchildren.
My partner passed away two years ago.
We had 55 memorable, well traveled years...I miss him;
he was my love, my friend and my pillow at night.
My life continues on a happy journey with many adjustments; however,
I’ve learned life isn’t about how we execute Plan A,
but how we shift gears to Plan B.
My clown friends have taught me to feel the wind and
smell the breath of the oven baking bread.
And to laugh till you can see your laughter on someone else’s
face.
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