that it was.
and stormy in oklahoma means high wind
and used to . . . rain.
RAIN ??? remember rain ?
it was a dark and stormy night.
NOT a dark and stormy night in PARIS.
though . . . beautifully mysterious i admit.
i have always loved storms.
my dark and stormy night was in
broken arrow. oklahoma.
and so you don’t think i’m a total dunce . . .
i was young.
and naïve i guess you’d say.
please say that. it makes me feel better.
now i hope you haven’t got wild expectations
about this little story.
it’s a simple little happening from long ago.
it just came to my mind
after i posted my original worry about
my talking too much.
it’s something i have to keep re-learning
just sharing the “new again” epiphany here.
i told you yesterday how i sleep lightly.
bob . . . on the other hand . . .
slept like a rock.
suddenly out of the window in the living room
an eery pink light appeared.
do you call that eery? i do.
do you call it eery enough to wake up your tired husband
who’s sleeping like a rock?
I woke him up at 2 a.m. out of a sound sleep.
it was on a week night
not the weekend.
he had come home bone weary.
a long day that included a difficult client.
and another day of the same in just a few hours.
he was a landscape architect.
and his business had grown to the point
of designing for some very wealthy people.
now not all those wealthy people were as
with a capital B
as this one.
THIS ONE was.
and he needed his rest.
i knew all that going in to this deal.
but i woke him up anyway.
you see ~ it was the accompanying sound ~
BBBZZZZZT. BBBZZZZZT. BBBZZZZZT.
along with that very strange light
don’t you know . . .
“honey! wake up! come with me!”
a groan. a cough. “what?”
“wake up bob! there’s something scary going on out there!”
“tam. it’s called a thunderstorm. only wake me up if it’s a tornado.”
“BOB. get up! you’ve got to see this!”
“this better be good.”
he followed me into the living room.
we had a wall of windows.
a beautiful rustic style home ~ i remember it well.
and through the drawn sheer curtains was a glowing pink light.
then a bright almost iridescent green.
this little fellow.
that’s what I was thinking.
yup. landed right in our back yard.
pah! you say.
but you must remember . . .
half the town of broken arrow had seen one once.
and reported it to the police station.
remember that post on the peanut?
not the one where i ACCIDENTALLY insulted
the moon walking astronaut buzz aldrin
when i met him at a party once.
( if you’re new ~ just go to the category . . .
‘so embarrassing’ for that hilarious pitiful tale )
i don’t remember the title of the post where broken arrow
was visited by a ufo.
weird. but true.
it’s probably in ‘remember’ category.
since it happened on new year’s eve.
nobody was drunk. LOL.
well. i can’t speak for half the town.
but we weren’t.
and we saw it too.
you really should read the peanut category archives.
so much of what i tell on the peanut
would make more sense.
digression ! digression !
based on past experience of course . . .
i honestly thought a space craft had landed.
in our back yard in broken arrow.
a bit of a stretch you say?
“honey. that’s nothing but a transformer down the street
that’s been hit. they buzz like that.”
“BUT BOB! look at that weird light!”
” trust me. it’s a transformer.
hell if it WAS an alien spacecraft …
for two cents i’d grab you and we’d take off with them !
can we go back to bed please?
I’ve got an early morning meeting
with that MRS. WITCH.”
only. that’s not what he called her.
“i’m sorry darling. it really was a little scary.”
i got a bear hug. right there at 2 in the morning.
from a tired worn out extremely patient earthman.
” i love you anyway. “
and then we laughed.
two naked vulnerable earthlings
standing there in a pink glow.
and then a green glow.
watching an alien transformer.
we did a lot of L’ing OL in our marriage.
it’s the magic glue you know.
and the epiphany . . .
i learned from all of you?
AGAIN in my life?
and hinted at in yesterday’s post . . .
wouldn’t it be nice if everybody could just
( and OURSELVES included )
dearest linda rv braveheart said it in one line . . .
“why do you not want to be you?”
the simplicity and heart in that just blows me away.
i mean . . .
i guess just learning to love people anyway
the way they are
whether they talk too much
or if they’re too quiet
or if they’re pushy and don’t realize it
or if they’re cranky
or if they’re downright cantankerous?
well . . .
some of those would be harder than others.
LOL ! ! !
i’m thinking of MRS B.
and they can’t ALL be like my bob. i know.
he was a keeper.
in case you’re wondering . . .
he finally pleased that cantankerous old B.
did you guess that B
stands for battle axe?
MY word for her.
doesn’t rhyme with witch at all! hee hee.
but she WAS one.
and she paid through the nose for it.
meow old bean.
didn’t know that side of me now didya?
i’m not ALL smiley face!
not when you mess with somebody that
loves me anyway.
what it REALLY was . . .
on a nice day.
and then . . .
on a dark and stormy night.
after the pink eery glow.
the green eery glow.
still pretty scary i think
and VERY deadly.
thank goodness for those brave linemen.
and if any of you linemen happen to read the peanut
THANK YOU !!! for keeping the electric on for us.
and fixing those scary transformers
on those dark and stormy nights.
til soon old bean.
and for rummy
who is waiting for a long bird . . .
(you know. from the mention in the last post)
these are prettttty long rummy! as long as i could get.
mr and mrs flamingo.
ah. life is so tedious.
one just has to get away to aruba occasionally.
“darling. did you remember your sunscreen?
you know. you’re so pink.
it’s hard to tell when you’ve had too much sun.”