That Darn Economy!

Maybe her Grandmother knew it would be their last Thanksgiving together.

Suddenly Sheila shook herself out of her trance.  She grabbed for the little pink towel that hung from the pure white pole in her perfectly orderly bathroom.  She gazed around the white tiled room that had nothing out of place.  Her toothbrush stood at attention in the cup made for it.  Her toothpaste lay with the cap in tact in the medicine cabinet out of sight.  Not even a water spot was found on the sink or mirror.  Everything in her life exuded order.

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That Darn Economy!

As she splashed her tear streaked face with cold water from the bathroom tap Sheila thought back to the last time she saw her Grandmother.

It had been at Thanksgiving a year ago.  She couldn’t believe it had been that long.  It was a good holiday.  Everyone had been there.  Maybe that was a sign she thought.

Her brother Kyle had brought his new girlfriend and she was an instant hit with the family.  Sheila remembered the twinkle in her Grandmothers eye.  As she thought about that day she wondered now if it was a tear that had caught her eye.

That Darn Economy!

Sheila rolled over and tried in vain to pry her tired eyes open to view the glowing red lights at her side.  She squinted against her exhaustion and saw the clock read 3:00 am. 

What!  She bolted from the bed and grabbed the phone from its cradle.  She knew it had to be an emergency if someone was calling at this hour. 

Her mother wept on the other end of the line.

“What is it mom?”  She asked timidly

She had flashbacks of her cousin’s death ten years earlier.  It was the first experience she had with death that was so close to her.  The call came in and she stood frozen as her mother replayed the details of the swimming accident. 

She stood in the same place now and listened intently while her mother told her that her Grandmother had passed.  She knew her mother was explaining what had happened, but she quit listening as soon as the harsh truth hit her. 

“No more Grandma?”  She whispered to herself.  “Oh my gosh!”

She shook her head to wake from the trance she had just fallen into.  Her mother was now giving details of what would happen next.

“Do you have this whole thing planned out already?”  Sheila asked her mother with an unkind edge to her voice.

“Your grandmother has not been feeling well for quite some time.  She wanted everything set before she went.”  Her mother said devoid of emotion.  She knew her mother must be exhausted and overwhelmed with all she was going through. 

“I am sorry mom, really really sorry!  I will have to tie up some things at work tomorrow and I will be in the car after lunch.  I will be home tomorrow night to help you with what ever you need.  What should I bring you from here?”  Sheila tried to be more upbeat for her mother’s sake.

Another day in paradise

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Yesterday was such a busy day at work it flew by!  I felt like I didn’t accomplish one thing completely, because there was always something else tugging at me to get done.  Oh well, I like the fast days!  I hope today goes equally fast.

Ben went back to school and had a great day.  His cough is still there, but he looks better than he did the other day.

My mom and dad are off to see Kylar and Kodye in Montana!  I wish they didn’t live so far away, but I wish more that I could go and see them more often.  It’s such a long trip and it’s not cheap to drive or fly.  I am just so glad my mom and dad can go and spend time with them.  We get to see them at Christmas.  I hope they are here for a week! 

Ben built a fort in the living by tipping over my rocking chair and draping a blanket over the top.  What is it with boys and forts?  They love them! 

I am so glad it’s Friday!  I am hoping to start working on Lizzie and Harry again soon.  I am waiting for the right time.  I haven’t had any energy or inspiration lately.  I wonder if I should stop stalling and just dive into it?  It’s like I am afraid to finish it.  Oh well I will keep praying and the answer will come.

Have a blessed day!

more Lizzie and Harry

They decided to meet at Janelle’s dock since that’s where the boat was.  She walked down the rocky path that separated the two properties. 

As she walked past the hedge line the full view of the water took her breath away.  The water was calm and smooth as the sun glistened and bounced off of it and into her eyes.

This was her favorite time of the morning.  She reached up to shield her eyes with her hand.  He was there.  A magnificent silhouette set against a bright morning sunrise.  Her breath caught again.

The sun felt warm on her face already.  She knew it would be a warm day and was glad she opted for the bathing suit.

He was waiting for her in the boat when she made her way across the dock.

They smiled at each other as he held out his hand in a chivalrous manner.  She lifted the picnic basket and smiled while she said, “I brought lunch!”

He placed the basket in the boat and offered his hand once again.  She took it and stepped gingerly into the boat.

The day flew by with easy conversation and many smiles exchanged.  They caught no fish in the morning so before lunch they decided to take a swim. 

Lizzie screamed when she hit the water and her teeth instantly started to chatter.  “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all,”  She said through quivering lips.  They both laughed and quickly climbed out of the boat.

The sun warmed them as they sat on deck talking.

They sat side by side in the chairs of the boat.  Lizzie swiveled back and forth lost in her thoughts.  Harry talked about his life in the twin cities while she listened. 

She had visited there before, but could never figure out why anyone would want to live there permanently. 

Yet the way Harry talked so passionately about it, there seemed to be a different side of the city which Lizzie
had never been introduced to. 

His face became animated and lit up when he talked about his work and how building things from the ground up was in his blood. It was obvious that he took pride in every job he worked on big or small.

He told her about things she would love to see as well.  He described the museums and the theatre productions he frequented.

He told her about the coffee houses with open mick’s for people to reveal their own poetry or whatever
they wanted.

She was in awe of how much she hadn’t experienced on her visits.

She remember to many people, to many vehicles and it being hard to breath or think there with all that went on.

“Do you think you would come and visit me in Minneapolis?”  He finally got the nerve up to ask. 
He had been talking for a half an hour straight about all the things he loved about the city. 

She loved to listen to him speak.  He conveyed passion and intelligence and at the same time a childish exuberance she wasn’t used to. 

“I would like to come and see you there,” her excitement grew.  “My friend lives in Robbinsdale and I can stay with her. 

I haven’t seen her in awhile and would love to visit.”

She blushed when he leaned in close to her and whispered, “I would really love that!”

She leaned forward and their lips touched very delicately.  They stayed close for a few minutes until reality started to set in.  The situation was getting to intense for Lizzie.  She started to feel like she was losing control. 

She pulled away a little too abruptly and they both looked startled. 

“I… I’m sorry,”  she blurted out.  “I don’t know what came over me!”

“Don’t be sorry.”  He said with a smile.  “I guess I moved a little too fast.  I should have given you more time.”

“It’s ok,”  She said.  “It was really nice,”  She blushed again.  Why did she keep doing that? 

There was no awkwardness between them after the kiss.  They both knew they stepped to far over the line, so they decided to just enjoy the rest of the afternoon talking and getting to know each other.

As the day drew on Lizzie started to get a feeling in the pit of her stomach as she listened to Harry talk about his life. 

She started to get distracted by how much he seemed to love the noise and people and fast pace.

On the way home the dread grew stronger.  When they finally said goodbye once again in Janelle’s yard
he grabbed her hand and asked, “Can I see you tomorrow before I go?”

She looked up at him with unsure eyes and said, “Sure,” before gently pulling her hand back and walking up the path to her house.

Lizzie knew that last look he gave her was one of confusion.  He was worried too and she knew it.  He must have sensed her tensing.

Lizzie’s mind was reeling.  He lived 500 miles away.  He had a life and a job.  There was no way he would give that up for her.  And she wasn’t ready to pick up and leave the island where she spent her entire life.

The dread consumed her.  She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.  The more she tried to pray
about it the more she cried. 

She decided it was hopeless.

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The next morning came to quickly for Lizzie.  Exhaustion filled her head with fog.  In spite of that she smiled to herself remembering her night of fun.  She rose slowly and began to get ready for her day with Harry. 

Suddenly butterflies began to dance around her insides.

She waved her hand and huffed away the silly little girl emotion as she walked to her dresser.

She was a child the last time she could remember butterflies tickling her stomach.  She got excited about things like leaving the island to go to town way back then.

Now there was a handsome man causing them to awaken.

She browsed through her closet grabbing one shirt at a time and pulling it out to have a better look. 
She decided on the blue and white stripped sweater over her white tank top and tennis skirt. 
She opted on her bathing suit underneath, because the weather man said it was going to be very warm in the afternoon.

“Oh I better grab some sunscreen too”, she said to herself as she checked off another item on her mental list.
 
As she stood in front of the mirror she smiled at the image starring back at her.

Her face was glowing.  Not since she found out her first children’s book submission had been picked for an award had she been this happy. 

That award was the first stepping stone that led to her agent who eventually catapulted(sp?) her into a full fledged writing career. 

Could it be that Janelle’s wonderful party last night could have been the first stepping stone to her finding love? 

 “Oh”, she huffed again and waved her hand at the mirror.  “Why am I being so silly?  It’s been one night for crying out loud!  I hardly know anything about the man.”

She fiddled with her ash blond pony tail one more time before grabbing the picnic basket and her bag to leave.