The science teacher, basket, and hotel room

The science teacher walked in to the hotel with a large wicker basket in his arms. The basket was covered with a red tablecloth so no one could see inside. At the registration desk he gave his name and a credit card for a room. The hotel clerk eyed the basket with open curiosity, asking the science teacher if that was something special. The science teacher laughed and said that it was just a small project he was working on and nothing more. That made the clerk even more curious, but could not ask again as the science teacher had grabbed the room key and was off to the elevator.

Alas Poor Me, I Knew Her Well

Today I feel frustrated and want pity even though I know I don’t deserve it. Frustration gets to everyone I guess and maybe today is my turn. I really have nothing to gripe about either, this is what is so stupid about it. I don’t have a job, but we are not destitute, yet. We have cut back on expenses to help, but I feel like I could have been better prepared. Why does it take some of us so long to figure things out in life?

I am not a follow through person, I realize that now. I have a hard time finishing anything and I don’t know why. I could get into a bunch of psychological baloney but I would probably lose interest. I am not sure when I became this way or if I always was this way, hard to tell at this point. It is nobody’s fault but my own. Don’t you wish more people would say that?

I was the one who made all the decisions in my life when I left home, whether good or bad. I had fun along the way and managed not to get thrown in jail, yet. Things did not always turn out like I had hoped, but it could have been worse. The person we are now reflects who we were and where we have been, or does it? What about the people who completely change their lifestyle to better themselves, the ones that go from felon to finding God. They claim to be a new person, but are they? Can you truly leave your past behind and enter the future unscathed?

So I may whine and wail, but I know it is all in vain. The past is the past and I will try not to let it mold my future. I have a wonderful husband, a great and loyal dog, and two loving cats. Add a roof over our heads and food in the pantry what more could I really need? Oh yeah, something to keep my short attention span busy.

The Light part 2

I hesitantly look back at the house thinking I should contact someone but my feet stay rooted by curiosity. I reach out my arm and touch the light with my finger. It is the size of a bowling ball and is warm on my skin but does not burn. Stretching a little further the light engulfs my hand. I jerk my hand out at the realization I cannot see it passing through the other side of the orb. My hand is slightly pink and warm, but otherwise appears ok. What is it? Where did it come from? I scan the surrounding area for anything else out of the ordinary. Feeling courageous I stick my hand back in the light, concentrating on what it feels like. Now I am up to my elbow and slowly move my arm around blindly feeling for anything. Before I realize it I am up to my armpit and still not feeling anything but the warmth on my skin. Now my face is so close to the orb I practically have to close my eyes against the brightness of the light. I lean forward, feeling the warmth on my face as it engulfs it, and open my eyes.

To be continued…