somethings in the basement !

monster in the basement

 

When I was a little girl the basement was a scarey place.

Each stair was just a step without a back, so I thought that if you were small enough, you could slip right through.

Mothers sewing room was in the very back of the house.  A large and stark room with concrete block walls and a concrete floor.

During the day, it was no problem going downstairs for any reason in the world, but at night…. Ooh, that was a different subject.  I mean, to walk quickly might cause me to go through the back of the stairs and fall to my death, but if I didn’t run…. that evil thing that lived in the basement might attack!  It was such a dilemna in my life!

Sometimes Mom did minor alterations upstairs while we all watched tv.  There were many occasions when she would realize that she had forgotten something and needed that something to complete her work.  The next thing I would hear was,  “Becky, go get my seam ripper from the drawer of the sewing cabinet please.”  Oh no!  “MOM!  I don’t want to go, can’t you take a break and run down and get it ?”.  She would just laugh and say, “Nothing is going to get you, silly!”  But she just didn’t know!  Then she would say, “Just go turn the lights on before you start down, then wait til you get to the top of the stairs before you turn them off.  If you see anything, or anyone that’s not suppose to be here, hollar.”, oh I was gonna hollar alright!  I figured I’d scream so loud the neighbors would hear, and they would come save me! I would reluctantly run down the stairs as Mom would hollar, “Don’t fall!” down the stairs

 

Oh God!  What if I do fall?  What if I fell on that concrete floor and died!  It was a horrilbe situation I am in right at this moment.  I will either be kidnapped and attacked by the evil troll from the basement or fall to my death. What was I to do?  Why would my Mom send me to my death!

But hence, nothing happend.  I know you knew I would say that.  I never fell to my death, and no one ever kidnapped or attacked me.

But, then there was that monster under my bed!monster under my bedNow, that concrete block sewing room is my studio!

There are no boogie men!  No evil lurking in the dark.  Just my art equipment, my sewing machine and all my creative implements for creations.  Oh, and Mom’s sewing machine.  And, her seam ripper.

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from A to Z

    When you think of “A”, it’s thought of as the beginning.  ABCs

     So, if “A” is the beginning, then “Z” would be the end.  Wouldn’t it?

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What if “Z” was only a re-spite.  Only something that happens to get you to something wonderful.

What if something better were to take place after you got to Z.  What if getting to Z wasn’t the end, maybe just a rest before starting at “A” again?

Maybe, “B – Y”, is just what will happen in the by & by. Maybe, just maybe it is a field of flowers ready to be picked, or adventures ready to be had!

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Match maker, Match maker……

 

Match maker, Match maker….. ?

Night after night, am I really alone?

 

On November 15, 2011 at exactly 9am I divorced my high school sweetheart and father of my two (three) children.  I’m not even gonna tell you how long we were married before I divorced.  Not gonna do it.

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Around 6 months later I was toying with the idea of dating.  One evening while shopping after going to dinner with my kids, both my daughter and daughter in law announced to me that I would have to wait at least a year.  ” You aren’t ready yet” my daughter announced.  And I said, ” Oh, really and who decided that?”  Before I got those words out of my mouth, they both said with resounding voices, ” You just aren’t yet, give it a year.  You just aren’t ready now.”  I looked over past the clothes racks as a woman looked at  me with a smile on her face, laughing under her breath.  I wasn’t laughing.

I spent  two years on dating sites.  I dated nice men, but I must admit that most were not.  I came into contact with many scammers, trying to get my money and identity.  The dating sites all give you warnings, they give advice on what to do if one hooks you, and how not to be hooked.  I did it anyway.  I would always initially talk not knowing whether they were. Then at a point, sometimes quickly, sometimes not I would realize what they were about.  Sometimes I would quickly end it, but I must admit it became a challenge.  I would talk it out as long as possible, being very careful to never give anyone any personal information.  I became amazed at the crazy stories these men would concoct.  I found myself making stuff up too, just to make it juicey.  And, I became quite acquainted with phone sex!  I know many people who have taken long distance chatting into a long term marriage, but believe me…. that didn’t happen to me.

I will begin with the first such scammer.  The  most tame of all the others.

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On February 7, 2012 I had a *****.com party.  Ha!  I kept being told no one ever did that before.  So!  I’m celebrating.  My kids have finally given me the go ahead to date!  Ha!  Of course I waited, I was afraid they were right.

It took us forever to write my profile.  It had to be right and my best friend, Michele’s husband took numerous pictures before I would pick one.  Well, Michele picked one.  I think they were tired of me saying no to every last one.  We drank beer, we drank wine and by the time I was done, I thought it was perfect!  Ha!

Before the night was over, I had numerous messages, emails from men.  Men of all ages.

Eek!  What to do, what to do?  What am I suppose to do?  God, I was nervous!  I forgot that it had been 40 years since I had dated anyone besides my ex.  I had no idea what was about to happen to me, none.

Excluding all the obvious jerk , somehow my common sense left me and I started talking to a man from California.  Since I had just begun my dating adventure and did considered myself hard up or tired of the process, (yet) I don’t know what got into me?  Nope, I have no idea.  But, smart Becky started communicating with this man every day by message.  He only had certain times he called because of “his son” that lived with him.  I just went along with it hook, line and sinker.( I know, I know…. don’t ask)

Within a few weeks, for lack of anything else to call him, let’s say his name was Timmy. (that isn’t his real name)  He always called me at night when I should have been in bed asleep, but I sat up like a goober and talked to Timmy.  Timmy was German, he had moved to California after attending school, I assumed it was in Germany. Ok, the first thing that he said that should have told me to run, was that he had  a degree in contracting.  I remember thinking that sounded stupid, but I just keep on talking.  (You did hear me say that I wasn’t desperate, didn’t ya?) He had also told me his “wife” had left him after his son was born.

His father had been a US soldier stationed in Germany during World War II.  His mother had been a factory worker in Hamburg.  They met while his father was on furlough.  Timmys father was from California so when his wife left him, after he graduated from college, with his degree in contracting he moved back to his fathers home town.  A place he said he had never visited before he moved there.

Timmy told me that he built highway systems “all over the world”.  He spoke 3 languages.  But, he was recently unemployed.  Timmy was looking for a job while his son was in school. “He was very wealthy, or so he said”.  I immediately told him I was not.  I told him this so if he was a scammer he would leave me alone.  No such deal.  So I kept talking to him.

The conversations continued for a good while.  He told me about bringing his son to Nashville to meet me.  He talked about moving to Nashville, since he could live anywhere he wanted because of the job he didn’t have.  The thing that finally jarred me into reality was something he said about his former wife.  Or not!  He said that he had caught his girlfriend messaging friends on Yahoo messenger after they moved to California.  I told him that I thought that he was married.  “Oh, I was”, he said.  That was before they got married.  Ok, even stupid people would pick up on this.  Wouldn’t they?  I think so.  Then, I started asking more questions about his job, his degree….  turned out that he said he had lived in Sweden since he was a small boy.  He moved there with his grandmother after his mother died given birth to him.  “?” All of a sudden I woke up from the fog I had been deluding myself with.  I told him that I didn’t believe any of this story, there is no such thing as a contractors degree.  He said, “there is in Europe”.  No!  I told him that I needed to get up early, so I needed to go.  I was so ashamed of myself, plus I was scared.  Had I told him anything I shouldn’t?  Did I give him my address, I didn’t think I had?  Thank God I didn’t have a land line.

The next morning he called before I could walk out the door to work.  He had an anxiousness to his voice.  He said he would Never Lie To Me.  I told him that I would prefer not to talk to him again.  He tried on several occasions to contact me, but I didn’t answer.  I felt very naive and ashamed.

Was I desperate?  I really didn’t want to believe I was.

                               I continue to believe that “He” is out there.

Somewhere!

What is normal any way?

ducks-in-a-rowIs it normal to have ducks in a row?

( disclaimer – I found this picture of the ducks on the internet.  I am only using it due to relevance.)

I have recently moved back in with my Dad after my Mom passed away in May.  I got here the first of July and it took just about a month to get the stuff I planned on having in the house arranged, getting storage for the rest of my stuff and settling in.

HA!

What is settling in anyway?  Here I am, August 17th and I am just now finishing in on getting all my things in the house.  And, I still have a storage locker full!  Full!

I wanted to try to get a job with the school systems here, since I worked pre-k in Nashville.  No such luck!  I don’t know who you have to know or what you have to know, but it’s un penetrable.  I went to work with special needs children in 2008.  I absolutely love it.  There is no greater satisfaction that anything has ever given me.  I started wondering if I would be able to continue, but felt that maybe it wasn’t in the cards.

Oh well!

Then Dad and I were at the shop where he gets his car fixed because my battery was dead.  Dad parked in a lot right next to the shop while I told the mechanic what it was doing.

When I got out to the car Dad said, “Look!” pointed directly out the window to the business next door to the garage.

I looked out the window and saw a sign for a non profit center that caters to, lets call it children in need. ( special ed)  This center keeps infants to five years old.

In 1984 I gave birth to a little girl born with birth defects.  Her name was Audrey Ann Burnette.  She came into the world with an extra chromosome in the 18th set.  Rendering her incapable of sucking, she had a hole in her heart, cleft palette.  Anyway, bottom line was that she would not live long.  Someone told me that they were surprised she made it into the world at all. At her heaviest she was 5 pounds.

Audrey Ann

This center was where Audrey went during the 3 to 4 weeks we got to have her at home.  These people took care of my Angel.  And, they did an excellent job that I was always enormously grateful for.

I told Dad to drive down their driveway.  He did it without even one hesitation.  I went into the center and asked about a job.  The lady at the front desk was a nurse.  She gave me the card of the lady I needed to contact about a job.

I immediately went home and sent an email to the center with my resume and cover letter attached.  I then went into their website and sent another resume to their job line.

After speaking to several people and sitting down with the lady responsible for hiring parapro’s for their center, three days later I was employed.

Not quite a month home and at the age of 58, I already have a job.  Call it kismet if you like, but I believe that nothing more perfect could have happened.

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So, now to date… I am for the “most part” moved in.  Although every day I think to myself about something that isn’t here.  I think about 32 years of marriage and raising 2 children and how much stuff you have when you are done.  Mom and Dad had 63 to cram stuff into this house.  The two are having a hard time meeting.

I have met with many of my old friends from high school for dinners, lunches and coffee.  It’s so much fun catching up. Thirty nine years is a lot of catching up to do.

I have successfully finished setting up my “studio” and have now started actually producing some art.  “Yay!”  I really didn’t think my creative juices would start moving again this soon.

And, ” I have a job!”

Don’t get me wrong, I am not stupid enough to believe all the excitement of moving is completely over.  But, I am definitely on my way.

A Word A Week Photo Challenge: Transport

I seriously don’t know what we would have done if someone had told him the truck could not be fixed. It would have been sad! Ha!

Unexpected in common hours

My Dad’s Old Truck

Dad's old truck

It looks much worse in person than in this photo, has only been washed maybe twice since the late 1980s, and is my 85-year-old father’s favorite means of transport.  It sat without being driven for several months while my mother was so sick.  When my dad decided to drive it again, it “cranked up just fine,” as we say here in the South.  Last week, the keys were temporarily misplaced which caused a great deal of consternation.  Right now it has a serious gas (petrol) leak and is in the shop.  Here’s hoping it is repaired soon!

For more images of transport, check out:  http://suellewellyn2011.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/a-word-a-week-photograph-challenge-transport/

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