Girlie and Mount Olive. It’s a 6.

Fodder for a Six Sentence Story can be found every or anywhere, even in a 1 lb glass jar of Mt. Olive Bread & Butter Pickle Sandwich Stuffers 🙂

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As I glance to the lower left tool bar of my laptop, 7:06 am smirking at me with a hint of snarky, I realize it’s all up to me or more precisely, my choice because you see, ordinarily at this time of the morning I am hurriedly, like a squirrel gathering nuts late into the fall, gathering the trappings I typically take to work, swearing under my breath I am NOT going to be late today, but that is not the case this day…

Tired, overtired, alarm dangerously, unwisely snoozed at 5:00 am for another 30 minutes, I at long last, sleepily, slowly walked downstairs to the kitchen in such super slow-mo, I barely remembered the trip as my body greedily clung to the fog of sleep fully embracing the longstanding grievance of not having enough.

Coffee machine a go, I turned to my right, a useful automaton in motion, and moved a few feet towards the refrigerator to retrieve the makings of lunch – here, said my body, let’s squat down rather than bend over, easier to pull things from the bottom shelf so, arms and legs cued, I reached in for sliced provolone cheese, mayonnaise and….the recently purchased 1lb glass jar of my favorite pickles.

While in this semi squatting position, mayonnaise coaxed from the back of the shelf and cradled, pickle jar retrieved and holding steady, I leaned in for the package of cheese on the far right side of the ‘fridge; the glass pickle jar seemingly could no longer resist the pull of gravity dropping to the floor (with no apparent attempt on my part to catch it) splat, shatter – the pickles (who’d conspired from the very beginning) clung to each other, the pungent placental fluid with tiny seasoning seed pods within which the pickles were protected, lay everywhere advancing like an invading army across the kitchen’s tiled floor.

And so the cleanup began while my morning go-go juice taunted me from the safety of its glass carafe; on hands and knees, I caught myself sliding into the slick pit of can’t believe that just happened, going to be damned late, it’s majorly pouring down rain outside, blah, blah, blah until, as almost all errant shards and slivers of glass were wiped up, I experienced a moment of thanks – wasn’t I fortunate to live under roof in a warm house that I might experience a mishap such as this.

As the time mocks me at 7:21 am when I should already be at work, I sit with laptop writing this Six, a monsoon of a storm raging outside the window of the warm place where I live and I smile.

23 thoughts on “Girlie and Mount Olive. It’s a 6.

  1. messymimi's meanderings August 14, 2020 / 6:31 am

    As #1 Son once pointed out to me, remembering our first world problems are just that puts them in perspective, but they are problems to us nonetheless. Excellent, descriptive six.

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  2. Frank Hubeny August 14, 2020 / 10:06 am

    Very nice response to the event with a moment of thanks. That must have been a mess to clean up.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 14, 2020 / 9:02 pm

      Thank you, Frank. It sure as heck was! Who woulda thought a Thursday could be such a Monday, lol

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  3. lensdailydiary August 14, 2020 / 12:31 pm

    Next time, don’t fight it, just go back to sleep. I was thinking of the smell the pickles must have left behind, much more overpowering than the clean up. You have my heartfelt sympathy, Denise.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 14, 2020 / 9:05 pm

      Would that I could! Yeah, not exactly what you want to smell first thing in the am, lol
      Thanks, Len.

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  4. clark August 14, 2020 / 9:01 pm

    this seems to be the week for encompassing Sixes of grand breadth and complexity (Vincenzo the Collector also wrote large this week)…
    Maybe thats how Joyce got to write Ulysses, 730 pages about a single day.
    The words are there, they merely need to be convinced to cooperate.
    Interesting Six

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  5. Pat Brockett August 15, 2020 / 1:41 am

    I could just picture every movement in this story! Delightful read, but I don’t envy the mess and pickle juice going under the refrigerator and getting mixed with who knows what that rolled under there how many ever months ago, unless of course you clean that area more often than I do these days.😂

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 15, 2020 / 8:21 am

      Thank you, Pat. Luckily the under the refrigerator part was not as bad as I feared. It was a rather “dramatic” beginning to the day 🙂

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  6. The Vintage Toy Advertiser August 15, 2020 / 9:22 am

    Oh no, those early morning sleep-deprived late-for-work mishaps… so good you managed to smile (and write) about it – and that’s sometimes all you can do is smile as the situation is so ridiculous. I force myself to make work sandwiches the night before now, due to being so clumsy in the morning. You wrote that really well, D. Lots of perfect description for such a state, and your sandwich sounded well tasty too, yum!
    Love the Squeeze song. They’re such good storytellers. Cool for Cats, Labelled with love, Take me I’m yours…

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 15, 2020 / 9:47 am

      Got to! All about perspective, eh? 😀 Excellent idea, night before however, last time I tried that my tuna/provolone/pickle and sometimes invited avocado sandwich was a tad on the soggy side by the time I ate it, lol. Thank you, V.
      I’m not overly well versed in Squeeze but they had some good songs for sure.

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  7. UP August 15, 2020 / 11:31 am

    Always go back to sleep! Always!

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  8. Lisa Tomey August 15, 2020 / 2:15 pm

    This got you quite in a pickle! (Sorry, could not resist!) Good 6SS! Hope the rest of your day was improved.

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  9. dyannedillon August 15, 2020 / 11:06 pm

    I’m not sure I would be so generous to be grateful for a roof over my head when I had “pungent placental fluid” all over the floor to clean up. Great 6, not so great morning for you!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 16, 2020 / 10:09 am

      LOL Thanks, Dyanne. You know, not the best beginning but I didn’t let it ruin my day 🙂

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 16, 2020 / 12:51 pm

      I’m glad I didn’t allow pickles to put me in a bad mood 😀 Thank you, Arlene!

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  10. D. Avery @shiftnshake August 17, 2020 / 5:07 pm

    Wow, what a graceful recovery, of attitude, if not the pickles. But I was tasting those pickles, so this Six hit hard too. And yes, you did the right thing to be even later for writing your Six.

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