I woke up with sinus pain and an eye twitch-doncha hate that-I do! This one felt like my whole eye socket was robotic-somehow attached and tangled to my brain. I call them a sinus migraines. I'm better so I sit here rambling with my thoughts. Earlier, it was so bad I wanted to holler out the window at a crop dusting plane to shut up! I laugh thinking about it-so I know I am alright. Can you see a crazy lady opening her window screaming at a bright yellow crop dusting plane. I can, but for some reason she is old with her hair in rollers living on a farm, with cats hugging her ankles. (not me). I'm middle aged, with medium black hair, wearing an emerald embroidered green top n' gray shorts. I have an Italian bump in my nose and a recently a twitchy eye. If you could see me you would know I have a headache-it wraps around my forehead like a sweat band. I have two kids, a husband who keeps asking me questions while I write this and has the TV way too loud! One crazy hound, a beta fish who likes to read books I put up to his tank-he likes school and a yard filled with rabbits. Three have white pom pom puff tails. I named them Peter, Paul and Mary-my mom's favorite trio. Every time PBS has a special my mom calls me and sings their songs. I can hear her singing, "Don't Think Twice, it's all right"-I need drugs-the legal Tylenol kind.
*Dante likes school*
One time I had the twitch in my eye for weeks, then it stopped one day-I was so happy and the next day it was in the other eye. A vacation for eye day-(so lame).
Maybe I shouldn't write this post all head traumatized and twitchy. I mean who am I anyway?! I am a small town gal aka popcorn elf, who grew up in a movie theater who recently shared a tidbit with a local paper back home. They printed my parents story and two other articles the following week. My parents met at a movie theater. A three part connection to one tidbit! I'm pretty pleased as punch about that! I wish I had written it, but it ended up being a gift- I will be sharing soon. I'm a crazy lady who had the chance to be in a health magazine and got an e ticket to fly to New York. My husband and family said, "that is not a good idea." I went anyway-you only live once. I rode a bike in Manhattan and was featured smiling like a Cheshire cat riding an expensive slick, silver bike. Yeah, my daughter took the mag to show n 'tell. I'm from a small town so there was a lot of pats on the back and big smiles. Husband was stationed in Winter Harbor, Maine before we moved south. A perfect name for a small town in coastal New England. Stephen King seems to love the town name Derry.
My point, oh yes there is one....it doesn't matter who you are! Writing is a need, a desire to share some insight, a profound view on the world or a way to entertain. A way to leave your legacy, your fingerprint in the world. YOU have to do it, like some people climb mountains, some zip line, some race cars, some enter baking contests, some holler at crop dusting planes. And to all of those people in my life that give me that odd glare, that says "Why?"
You know what I say, "Why not!"