I sit here at the same spot, day after day. I chose my life to be simple. I basically don’t like change. However, I am not a routine kinda gal. I don’t like having company as it interferes with my daily life. I am leery of what people want when they come around. No one ever comes around just to chit chat unless they have an agenda anymore. I can remember my grandmother having tupperware parties and playing cards all night with their company. But I, on the other hand am not a social person. I feel awkward and uneasy. I am afraid of saying the wrong thing and screwing up. With some people it comes so natural. Shorty is like me, not a social butterfly. Jelly Bean is like her daddy, doesn’t meet a stranger. Wild Child is reserved for the first few minutes then loosens up.
Oh for Pete’s sake. I knew I forgot to do something. I forgot to visit MawMaw’s grave. Her birthday was last Friday and I always try to make it for her birthday. I miss her tremendously. She was the one person when I was little that I could trust and count on. It nearly killed me when she died. My fondest memory of her would be the yearly showing of The Wizard of Oz. She would plop my little ass in front of the TV with her green tupperware bowl full of popcorn we made in her yellow fancy popper. I guess my second would be when I climbed her apple tree after her stern instructions not to. She told me if I did and got stuck I would stay there forever. I was maybe 5 years old and wanted to test her. Sure enough I did and couldn’t get down. At the time the tree wasn’t maybe 8 foot. But to me, it was larger than life. She didn’t leave me up there long and guided me down. But you can bet your sweet ass I didn’t climb it anymore.
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