One Step Leads to Another Until She Edges Out 6 Sentences

Hey guys! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge’s 2nd attempt at 6 Sentence Stories. Hope you don’t mind – I took a snippet of a chapter I wrote for the ongoing Detective Story from hell over at the Rag. It’s been in limbo lately which is a shame. Clark contributed a very nicely written Chapter 35 and that’s where we’ve been stalled. Gonna rectify that real soon. Real soon.

Be forewarned! The 6 sentences below contain some harsh language and some may find it offensive. But it is from a piece of fiction afterall :)

 

“Finally, a return on all those BodyCombat classes I suffered through at the Dorchester Ave. Gold’s Gym. No, I’m not talking Shaun T here, just your regular old, mixed martial arts, kick your ass kinda workout. It’s what got me up those steps twice as fast as my PI Guy, God bless his overweight soul.

I hung a quick left at the top of the stairs and nearly went head over heels trying to dodge an ill placed laundry basket of humongous proportions (Martha Stewart – my sister is not!) and stopped dead in my tracks just outside of Jenn’s bedroom.

Fuck, yeah…no kidding we needed to see this. What sick ass motherfucker….amazing what a little adrenalin will do for one’s vocabulary and, as if on cue, Roger just as vehemently vocalized pretty much what I was thinking.”

Osteo-Edge-osis. Variation on a Condition.

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Today? My Ten Things of Thankful. From last week (mostly!) and this week. “What?! You can’t do that! You can’t recycle an old thankfuls list and post it the following week! Not even hiding the fact that this is not completely fresh offa the press? What gives you the right, huh Girlie?, huh? 

The Book. You know. The Book of Secret Rules aka The Secret Book of Rules (BOSR/SBOR). This is what allows for occaisional deviation from the norm here at the hop that Lizzi built. I site an oft overlooked rule, Rule 13301, Subsection 95, paragraph 05 which states in part: “…the state of being thankful is not bound by time. Therefore, thankfuls in the context of this hop, are not required to be posted necessarily in chronological order. If one or more thankfuls are of an ongoing nature, that is to say, if continuity exists within the parameter of thankfuls and current day, then they may be used at a future date, concurrent with present day thankfuls…”

That being said, I present last week’s unfinished 10 Things of Thankfuls items 1-7 together with this weeks Thankfuls which, btw, include an item from what technically might not be considered occurring within the current, present week. But who cares! Who puts a time stamp on thankfuls. That’s right. No one. The act of stopping each week to reflect on life as it happened, as it is happening, and zeroing in on a few items that stand out in the realm of “being thankful” is nothing short of magical. Like magic, the benefits are not readily apparent, not readily “seen”. But they’re there.

Without further ado, I present the mash that is last week’s and this week’s Ten Things of Thankful, Girlie style:

Since I woke up today, I can post and finish the TToT I began yesterday last Saturday before “life” interrupted. Well, before I allowed life to interrupt. 

Greetings from the Edge. Of what today, I’m not quite certain. Woke up at 4:47 am. Had this been a work day, I would have been flying out of bed cursing that I was going to be “late”. Since it’s Saturday, I took a more leisurely approach. Pretty much same routine, only slower.

Today’s forecast: sunny, high of about 94, humid. Um, yeah…if I’m going to walk I’d better do it soon. At 7:17 am I began my Measured Mile x 2. Do you know it took me 43 damn minutes! Although pretty, it’s a grueling path of hills! The first 1/10 of a mile is the only straight away. After that? Up and down steep…. hills. Good for the body…when you’re in shape!

Which brings me to my First TF. I was reminded this week by my body that: 1) I really need to get back into a regular, more regimented routine of physical exercise, 2) that I’ve lost strength and stamina this last year (see #1). The tremendous thankful is that I can still walk. I’m thankful I can walk. (yes, there’s more that could be said about that and in my head on my walk this morning, the self conversation taking place would have made for an excellent post. But you know how it is sometimes – what’s in the head doesn’t always translate out of the head lol)

TF2 Six Sentence Stories. Thank you Josie Two Shoes and to you Ivywalker for hosting this exciting exercise! Very fun!

TF3 Fans. ( not those kind, although I think I have a couple lol) I mean oscillating, pedestal floor fans. Because….the ac went out this past week, it was in the upper 80’s and I sleep on the 3rd floor. Need I say more?

TF4 Don’t know why I thought of this. Maybe because of #3. That I didn’t go head first down a flight of stairs the other night. It was kinda wild. It was the night my landlord knocked on my door to give me the fan. I’d been asleep about 20 minutes but not too groggy to set up the fan. That done, I decided to go down to the kitchen for a snicky snack. 14 steep, narrow stairs down to the second floor.. naah.. why would I turn on the hall light? (dumbass). A third of the way down my foot “caught” (on something invisible lol). In that slow motion, outside of your body kinda way, I saw myself rather impossibly, self correct. I did not go tumbling (dice) down. Yeah. Big TF.

TF5 Hey, we’ll make it today! As in, I’m here to write and complete the post I started yesterday. Sure it looks like I’m doubling up but who’s gonna complain about being grateful for waking up! Besides, you know there’s a Rule for such “duplicate” citations (n-o-o, there’s a rule for when you don’t have 10 items – Rule 1.3. No one said anything about duplicate anything ).

TF6 Unless someone tells me otherwise, I’m pretty darned grateful I’ve still got my marbles. As far as I know, I’m still operating on all 8 cylinders :)

TF7 Music to work, weather to match. It may have been Friday, Thursday?, can’t seem to remember (uh oh, #6, was I wrong? lol) When I left it was still cool outside. Hot and sticky (no, not from my head to my feet, but…. Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show..) hadn’t shown up yet. First song out of the box? 18 And Life. Sing Girlie, sing.

TF8 Last Saturday, I babysat the 2 nephews, 11 & Newly 6. Arrived late afternoon. It was a beautiful day even with the heat and humidity. I drove the 3 of us to Five Guys, got burgers, dogs and fries to go, returned  to the house. 11 quickly, efficiently and like he’d been doing this for years, set up the TV tray tables. Ready, set – Movie Time! A most excellent evening with 2 of my favorite young people.

TF9, Part 2 of TF8 Sunday morning some of us got up early (me!). I was sitting in 11 ‘s bed writing this post (the first half) when 6 came wandering in. He hopped up next to me – “what’re you doing?” I was in the middle of getting the vid for Def Leppard and told him so. He scooted closer. As we watched the vid, I told him the drummer had only 1 arm. “Really?!” After much stopping and starting I froze the vid on a decent shot of Rick Allen. 6 was amazed. I don’t know if that had anything to do with it, but for the next 20 minutes, I had myself a living shadow. Everywhere I went, 6 went. Here’s the thing that made my heart smile widest: since their grandfather was going to be taking them to a matinee showing of Antman, we were on a tight schedule. No time for showers. I started to gather my toothbrush, soap…before I headed to the downstairs bathroom, I reached into my overnight bag, grabbed my deoderant and promptly swiped my pits. I was wearing a sleeveless T – no harm, no fowl :) 6 never said a word. After I’d “freshened up” and was on my way back upstairs to dress, I passed the boys’ bathroom. The door was open and there was a bit of a commotion. I looked to spot 6 just as he was climbing down from getting something out of the cabinet. “What’re you doing?”, I asked. He turned with the deoderant in his hand and he promptly… swiped his pits.

TF10 Another day. Another opportunity. To live, to love.

Engage, participate. Give, be given. There is only one day.

Step Up to That Line. Stop at the Edge.

OK Ivywalker! Here goes nothin’! My first Six Sentence!

 

“Don’t be fearful young lady. There’s millions of other folks who have stood where you are now standing and have lived to tell of it!”

“But what if I fail? What will happen then? Life surely won’t be the same….”

“Now, now, pull yourself together, step up and read me that first letter.”

Ta Ta… Ten Things of Thankful from GirlieOnTheEdge

Yo! I just accepted a challenge! And thank God I took the call. At this moment, I’ve realized my hands are slick with “wasted” time. It’s Saturday, I’m just off a whole lotta sleep last night ‘cuz, uh, foot/leg pretzel action (old people stuff) Thursday night and, in general, only 4 hours of sleep a night all week. I know.  Waah, waah for me, whiney ass Girlie.

The call? Was a literal one. Here’s the convo:

Me:”Good morning”
Caller: “Yeah”. (whatever, whatever…did you write your post yet?”
Me: “No, was just getting ready for work”
Caller: “…you really….”
Me: I stopped the Caller in his tracks and practically yelled “Shut up! I accept the challenge!! No need to say another word.”
Caller: “Alright. Talk to you later.”

Thankfuls:

First and foremost that I had a safe trip last Monday. Traveling the hi-ways and bi-ways from Rhode Island to Virginia. It was cool.

Second but not necessarily. Me! That’s right. Even though it took an outsider to remind me that life is now and that I was being such a girl, I realized wtf! of course I can write a TToT post and get it out in what? 30 minutes? What is 30 minutes when you run in negative time anyway. Right? Right? Am I right?!

Third ‘o mine is this – I woke up again. If I can keep doing that, I’m off to a good start. After that is the real challenge. Like this here thing I do today. (see #4)

#4. As usual, as in the best laid plans of …. I’m getting a post out because you know, I don’t write much anymore. Not much anyway since 2013.

Five-O. The Rag story. And my character Janice. Gots to work on the next chapter. I miss Janice!

Six. My friends and readers that come to GirlieOnTheEdge. I do appreciate the read and comments. I keep telling myself there’s a trick to getting around more. To reciprocating. Presently I don’t have access to the internet from when I leave to when I get in. That’s about 12 -14 hrs a day. Hm….everybody else manages to do it….

7. Same friend and readers for writing! And keeping up with their blogs. In spite of being woefully behind, I love that I can click on anyone’s blog and find humorous, insightful, entertaining and educational words. 24/7.

Eight, ocho, huit. the Wakefield Doctrine.

9er. A place to live, a car to drive, food to eat. Not a bad start.

10 spot. Right now. Today.

If you’re lucky, you know someone who will remind you – tomorrow doesn’t exit.

 

All Roads Lead to The Edge

Flashback to Spring, 1992. I’m driving a white, 1982 Volkswagon Rabbit. The back seats are loaded with boxes and bags containing pieces/remants of my life. Direction? North. 2 miles from the southern border of R.I. this song is playing. Seared forever into my body, my soul, my heart – these words, this voice, a feeling transcending the intellectual.

As if having walked forever an arid wasteland desert, my body tasted a thing intangible. Lips whetted by something intangible, my body drank of  an emotional, acknowledgement the thing that had no words. I was returning from a  journey, I was returning home. I knew the very moment my car crossed the state line I had made the right decision. Not to move. A little over a year later, the man who blessed my decision to try something new, build a new life somewhere else, was dead. Yes. I’d made the right decision. I did not waste the last year of my father’s life.

Flashback to yesterday, Friday, July 3, 2015. I’m driving a dark blue, 2001 Honda Accord. The back seats hold my laptop, some clothing, and an overnight bag. Direction? North. 2 miles from the southern border of R.I., this song is playing. Hit to the body. 23 years later.

Ten Things of Thankful BlogHop.

I woke up today.

After driving for almost 8.5 hours yesterday, one of the many venturing the highways for the long, holiday weekend I arrived safely at my destination.

Being  the passenger in a Mini-Cooper, convertable top down, known to travel at 140 mph (not really but a cute story), on my way to the beach.

Walking the beach with my sister-in-law at dusk, finding a lifeguard tower, climbing up and waiting for the moon to ascend from the ocean. Red ball took it’s time. Magnificent.

The greeting I received from my brother and his wife’s dog. I got out of the car and dashing down the stairs and rushing towards me was a beautiful ball of mostly black fur. The excitement of canine greetings after time away is, as they say, priceless.

That my bank accounts were not drained as a result of my check cards being compromised. Was I being rogerian Thursday night thinking  I was the only one this happened to? LOL No. My bank restricted a ton of cards as a result of “unusual activity”.

Part 2 of last entry – that my bank was open yesterday. Otherwise, I would not be sitting here. Here? The back porch of above referenced brother and wife’s house. Birds chirping, dog barking, plane in the distance, cloud cover, not hot, peaceful. I really can suspend time.

That I didn’t break my shoulder yesterday morning. But damn if it doesn’t hurt today. (reminder: do something about the “old person” thing)

Music

That I’m a clark? I’ve put a question mark because at first, I thought, well, I can be thankful I’m a clark because I can “handle” the flood of thoughts and emotion that beset me last night driving by my old apartment and the beach I lived across from for so long. Then, it hit me. I was thankful for the abilities I possess as a clark to control my emotions, to deflect and sublimate (for the time being) the unpleasant, uncomfortable, and enjoy the pleasant, present and positive things of the moment.  

Stop today, for a moment. Look. Listen. Experience. Your self in the world.