I admit it…I live in LaLa Land and usually it is a pretty nice place to live. Little stress and few commitments that tie me down. I am pretty much able to come and go as I please. I live a simple life now—no soccer or football games to go to. No music lessons or church youth group events to shuttle kids to and from. I answer only to the demands of my husband …..no …really…..that does not exist. So….I continue my life along on a merry path of doing pretty much what I please and enjoying the low stress of empty nestedness. Until 2:30 am this morning.
Sound asleep in my bed. Hubby on the road. HUGE loud crashing sound rocks my gentle slumber. I bolt upright in bed. Heart pounding (so much for that great blood pressure reading last week—it was racing!!!!) , I get out of bed, look outside in the neighborhood which is quietly slumbering. Nothing looks out of the ordinary so it must have been in the house. I grab my glasses and start going room to room—-opening closet doors cautiously….nothing. To the kitchen…..nothing. I was too scared to go in the basement so I decided to table that until the morning. Now there isn’t anything scary in the basement but I just did not feel like going down there at 2:30 am alone. Silly, I know. So I crawled back into bed imagining worse case scenarios…..the entire basement walls caved in….or maybe the floor buckled and I would be greeted in the morning by concrete boulders which I would have to deal with. My mind ran rampant. Sleep did not come. Sigh.
6 am arrives, coffee is brewing so I gather my courage and walk to the kitchen to get fortified before venturing into the vast unknown called the basement. As I walk through the living room I spy it……the picture of Acadia Morning (“Cotton” Ketchie) lies on the floor….shards of glass and broken mantel items strewn everywhere. Now how I walked by that and did not see it I will never understand! Picture seems to be okay underneath the broken glass so I think I can salvage this favorite but I have massive cleanup to do (with shoes on, I might add).
Reminded me of a time in North Carolina when I heard a huge sound of glass breaking. Went outside to check the windows for the window that the golf ball had broken and found nothing. Walked back inside, walked back outside to check again and only then did I see the glass patio table that was obliterated by the errant golf ball. I guess I was living in La La Land years ago also! Some things never change!