So Boring

Cassie wonders if being a little bit bored could be compared to being a little bit pregnant. They are the same in one way; eventually something will pop.

She should write that down. She will, if she can find her journal.  Where did she leave it? Oh, right. She hid it, between the mattress and box spring where her mother would never look.

But she might not be looking at all, but cleaning and discover it.  Better not write ‘a little bit pregnant’ even to compare it to boredom. Her mother always jumps to conclusions; sound the alarms.

So boring. 

Aunties with Niece

 

 

 

“Land sakes alive, the good Lord created more unusual creatures than you could imagine, and there’s the proof you need right there.  In the firmament and in the heavens, you is as unique as a snowflake in Louisiana!  You is!  Now let me see what we are going to do with you.  You got real nice cheekbones, what say we gives you some nice rouge and make ‘em pop.  Then if we gives you a rinse of color for your hair, fluffs it up and updates your wardrobe, why you’d be a stunner.” 

 

“This is so wrong!  You need to be happy in your own skin.  No boyfriend can give you that, and believe you me, they skitter off the minute you get that needy thing going on.  You are special and he’s just a boy, they come along like a bus, one every couple of minutes.  In the city that is.

 

“But I want Steve so bad.  He likes blondes and he likes funniness and he is always the center of a laughing group.  Just let me practice being funny, just get the ball rolling and then he’ll take a look at me too.  After that, I won’t need nothing from life, if I just can be with him.” 

He Chugs Beer

She’s overlooked crucial data.

He’s on his third beer and chugging it. A dribble escapes his mouth to reach his chin. He uses his sleeve to wipe his mouth. His biceps make her gasp. He gives her a lopsided grin, and brushes back a wave of glossy hair. He could model for a living and never touch a greasy wrench again.

A friend said they’d make a cute couple. But hers is a different world and he wouldn’t suit. For if he fits there, it means she doesn’t.

She sips at her wine. Takes a second look. Her knees feel weak.

Smoothly

She reads about the smooth transition between mental activity and physical activity. Reading is more cerebral than action based, but in her defense, she is figuring things out. A procrastinator needs to have a plan of action. She’s working on that.

The phone rings and the caller asks what she is doing. She can’t answer planning, so instead she says she was reading a book.

“Good. You have time to help me clean out my garage. I’ve put it off long enough.”

She says yes, after all, this request came smoothly and she wasn’t really doing anything.

Oh.

That’s so true.