Energy of hustle and bustle buzzes from one table to the next Baristas move like lightning creating magic in a mug Legs swing and bounce to rock ‘n’ roll flowing from speakers above Chatter and laughter drift among clinking glasses Crackling flames of reds and yellows tango in the fire-pit, and when he sips, mustache catches all prompting my imagination to a beige caterpillar resting on his upper lip My chai, sweet perfection, like this moment with him at the corner shop in downtown.
The year was 1978. It was my best friend’s father’s birthday, and I was invited to go out to dinner with the family to celebrate. When we arrived at the popular restaurant, we had to wait for a table – it was crowded even for a weeknight. But the lobby was decorated in reds, oranges, golds, and greens – a warm atmosphere, inviting us to sit down while we waited. Most of the group found seats, including me. I sat on the edge of a comfy sofa. One you can sink right into and wonder how on earth you’ll get out of. On my right side was an end table with a slim glass vase holding one single red rose.Very dainty and pretty.
My friend’s father – the man of the hour chose to sit next to me. I scooted to my right a couple of inches to give him a little more room. What I didn’t realize was the comfy sofa had no arm and the end table was so close that this fact was camouflaged. Before I knew it, before I could shift the direction of my body, I slid off that sofa, landing on the hardwood floor! What seemed like slow motion, that beautiful end table skidded a foot across the smooth surface, prompting that dainty, pretty vase and rose to tumble off into a dramatic crash! Footsteps of restaurant patrons dodged scattered rose petals, shards of glass, and tiny puddles of water. And there I laid, stunned, wanting to melt into that hardwood and disappear for a few months. Long enough for everyone watching to forget about this mortifying moment.
Mel, my friend, offered me a hand. I must’ve stood up, accepting her help, but what actually happened honestly remains a blur. That event, though, from over forty years ago, stays vivid in my camera roll of memories. The difference between then and now is that I can laugh about it.To just laugh and let those silly giggles escape with delight is always a great solution!
Thank you for reading and remember to give those giggles some freedom! Do you have an embarrassing moment to share? 🙂
Lauren Scott (c) 2021 ❤️❤️❤️ Vase photo: Google “Just laugh” photo: dry erase board on my fridge. 🙂
wish there were more hours in a day? Sometimes, it’s difficult to fit in all that we strive to accomplish in that set of time. Some days and weeks pass by where nothing has been completed because of lazy moods or wallowing in self-pity.
Well, it’s important that we remember to…
make time to sit still…to think, to listen. Keep those dreams alive even when they fall to the wayside. Create new dreams, set new goals. When we keep the wheels turning in our head and work towards accomplishing a goal, there is little time for wallowing to become real estate in our minds. And working towards achievement implies always trying – standing tall when failure smacks us in the face.
Of course, we’re never too old to learn. So, keep reading, allowing your brain to be the sponge its meant to be. And where there is time to work, there must also be time to play – to release worries and let laughter and childlike wonder lead the way.
So, simply said, take time to grow and embrace each new life chapter. But whatever you do, don’t waste that precious time!
No stars are unreachable No matter their height No hope is invisible No matter your plight No dreams are unattainable No matter how great No burden is unmanageable No matter its weight!
By writing this doesn’t mean I never worry, in fact, it seems there is more reason for it, lately. But I think we all know it does no good. So here’s to moving forward with Hope, Faith and Optimism. 🙂
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First you need a thought, nothing fancy and it can’t be bought, then add a spoonful of emotion. There’s no magical potion, although, I have a notion you could include humor. According to rumor, laughter’s the best medicine. It always has been. Yet, contrary to giggles, start some tears flowing with a dash of melancholy, or if you’d rather be jolly, Don’t be coy, Sprinkle in some joy. Now, to spice up your mixture (I think you get the picture) toss in some melody with your favored tempo and let your feet dance. Feel the rhythm and give romance a chance. This is where you improvise (write between the lines). Follow your feelings. Close your eyes,
peel off your disguise. This is your recipe and vision. Follow your bliss
and for a final touch, Seal it with a kiss!
There’s no point to this poem just something to do at home passing a little time with a few silly rhymes you know how it goes everyone knows putting pen to the paper cleaning house to the later adding laughter and smiles good for many miles chatting about that sharing coffee with Matt acting like a chef cooking with Steph always busy, not idle running errands with Michael I have to be true there’s so much to do it’s been delightful not frightful simply entertaining while ascertaining though nothing is wrong it’s time