A nice Sunday drive to L.A…. Aaahh heat relief
Universal Studios on Monday
Whale Watching excursion on Tuesday
Fourth of July hijinks on the beach hopefully
Wandering about Hollywood and Beverly Hills on Thursday.. Maybe Rodeo Drive too
Friday… Sadly driving back home to the furnace…
…and that sums up the summer vacation…
It was the big family trip to sightsee and see the relatives in various states ( like actual states, not like intoxication or anything! ) and we landed in Calico Rock, Arkansas to visit my Aunt Ruby and Uncle Fizer ( yep, Fizer! ) they were really great and lived in an ancient house with a strange plant growing in the middle of the front yard that incidentally turned out to be a marijuana plant, but alas it’s not related to my ‘ouch’ story…
Along the side of their yard was a great outcropping of stone. It was strangely orange in color and felt smooth and velvety. I asked ol’ Uncle Fizer, “What kind of rock is that in your yard there?” He pushed back his ‘Train Engineer’ hat a bit, fished around in his oversize overalls, produced a jackknife and a block of tobaccy, cut hisself of a right good piece of chaw and said, ” that there outcroppin’ is a slab of flintlock. It’s all over here in these parts!” he did clarify through his swollen lower lip and occasional expectoration it was in fact thee kind of flint rock you can strike together and get a spark!
Imagine the joy and delight it brought this twelve year old to learn I could make sparks and fire from those rocks! Uncle Fizer gave me piece of ‘chaw’ for good measure, and I leaped off the front porch heading for the flint rocks for good old fashioned pyrotechnic fun! Those rocks did spark something good and I played there well into darkness.
Well eventually I began to think of ways I could make a huge spark! Sparks are always better the bigger they are, of course! I found a nice three pound stone and stood up, lifting that rock above my head. I yelled out the fateful words, “Hey everybody! Watch this!” and threw that rock down onto the outcropping of stone with all the might I could muster from pre-teen arms! The rock slammed down onto the solid outcropping and a brillliant flash erupted, sending that three pound stone straight up and hitting me full force in my right eye! I have never in my life took a hit to the noggin like I did that night. I let out a cry and grabbed my face, and ran straight away to my mom howling like a hound pup! My eye swelled up into the weirdest protrubence I have ever seen, like an awning over my eyeball! My mom took me into the house and my Aunt Ruby made a fresh poultice to ‘take away the swell’! I just looked in the mirror after a while admiring my handiwork, gingerly poking the tangerine sized lump with my finger, thinking “ow”, poke, “ow”, poke, “ow”, like the precocious kid I was.
The next day the swelling went down a bit but I had one hellacious shiner! Uncle Fizer handed me a piece of chaw and said, “Tell ‘em you got a poke in the eye tryin’ to kiss a girl!”
I am off work in an hour : good
I have mandatory training at 11am : bad
It only lasts an hour : good
It’s someone reading a PowerPoint verbatim : bad
I get paid overtime : good
I already read the PowerPoint : bad
I can’t think of anything else good : bad
I guess my dilemma is, should I nap for three hours and go in groggy or should I stay up and power through it only getting 5 hours of sleep today?
So I did a tag search for my tumblr name and found some old posts meant for me that I didn’t see… So I hearted them of course! Thanks, and just in case you were wondering why those old posts popped up in your feed!