Were did the Time go?

Well the last two years flew by so fast that all I can remember is the abridged edition.

Started working in my stepfathers restaurant at 16. Helping the waiters and waitresses set their trays up with dessert orders and the stuff you set on a table to snack on until your meal arrived. Then became a waitress, made eyes at one of the cooks and bang I was pregnant at 17. Just duckie.

Mom had everything arranged down to the adoption Agency, the family I would stay with in Boston. I can remember the meal I ate the night I went into labor. Tacos!!

Mom showed up a week before the great event with this guy in a jaguar. I must have messed up her plans good.

Finished 11th grade and had a year to go. It was in the late sixties and what   a wild world. Not outside the doors but, inside the doors.

No sooner when I got back Mom was packing and leaving as she said she would. Good grief I had just got home when December 16th rolled around. Mom calmly showed me were the Christmas gifts hid and I had to wrap them and sign from Santa. That made my stomach wist. Wow, she really left and the divorce was in full swing. And here I was working,finishing school,Keeping that huge house clean,laundry and ironing not to mention a social life. But, before she did go I asked if she would show me Dads grave sight. I  never knew. She became real quiet and in the car we went. She had to only show me once and  that was all I needed.

So after all I had learned at home I said ,”Get ready world for a OCD,Manic,depressive storm to reap havoc with anyone I would meet and with anything I would do.”

the room down the hall

First you have to walk up 13 steps to come to the second floor.You’re looking up as you climb stairs holding the banister and it’s about 12:00 or 1:00. The sun is shining. A door comes into view,first  the top then the rest as you are on the landing. Half a turn another door. Then you see at the very end of the hallway a black door that has a window pane in it with an American flag covering the window that is lit by the sun.

So you walk up and open it. The first to hit you is the stained glass windows  flooded with sunlight and beneath a well made bed. The head board is yellow on the top so it’s bright. Turning to the right you’ll see a tire on a piece of shag rug and guitar leaning on the wall. Oh, yes, those big flower stickers, all over the closet . Then a smaller door that leads to storage. But before you look in you notice the color of yellow with an interlocking pattern made with triangles in black. The room is painted Burnt-orange. Turn again and you’re back to the windows but, there is a huge black circle on the wall to the right. The rest looks somewhat normal looking past the windows but, then came the left wall. There was a beautiful abstract. Squares and oblongs framed in black and inside the squares and oblongs were different colors.

Let’s turn again. Da,da, there it was. A wall of Marlboro cigaret boxes from top to bottom. Look around the corner there is another wall covered. The next wall leads to the door out. You get this feeling , I’ve missed something. The picket fence on top of the dresser, no that’s not it. You may puzzle for a minute. What part of a  room do you not look at the most of when it’s nine feet tall? The ceiling. Look up and fall back on the bed and you will see black squares getting smaller and smaller and smaller to the center until you feel as  if you were going up or it was coming down.

Hope you all enjoyed the trip.

Mom would show her friends the room and most said she’ll grow out of it. “Ha.”