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toes in the grass
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toes in the grass  When I was a wee one, I would wish on the first star, each and every time, for a cocker spaniel puppy. I thought then that consistency would bring results. I was wrong. We were never to enjoy the frolicking joy of a puppy. My Da’s devotion to an unsullied lawn was too deep, too intense. As we had to play on the driveway, the soft grass a forbidden zone, used only for show. My mama would hold to the rules fearing Da would notice the bent grass; but baby sitters? Can you not see my siblings rubbing our small nefarious hands together? One August night, my parents off to a neighbors to do adult somethings, we were left with Maryellen, the mentally challenged but gentle of the couple down the road. She collected for the church every week, often spending an hour or so watching mama iron while talking. My sainted sister suggested a game of tag. Maryellen shooed us out the back door onto the lawn. Our eyes lit up. For an hour or more, we ran in bare feet, the soft grass under our toes. Joyous laughter, verging on the hysterical as Maryellen sought to tag one of us, all of us eluding her slightly awkward running. When she sank to the stoop, exhausted, we rolled in the pristine carpet so long denied. But then, my sister pointed. I turned to see my little brother sitting, gleefully pulling handfuls and tossing them skyward. At first, I smiled. He looked so happy. Then, Oh shit. Now I have no idea if I thought shit then, but I know if I knew how to say shit, I would have thought oh shit. The sainted one ran and scooped the little SOB up, running into the house with Maryellen in pursuit. A bath, story, bed……hurry, hurry. Back outside with flashlights. Picking up blades of grass that had dropped from his tiny fists. Looking for holes. Impossible to know if we had them all, we crept into our beds, exhausted, spent…. When they came home, the sainted one grabbed me by the hair. We could only hear the sound of voices but not the words. I slapped her hand away. The house settled into silence. The next day as we left by the back door to get in the car to go to church, my Da, said nothing. On the way home, nothing. When we got out of the car, mama went in. Da put out a hand to stop us following. My eyes could spot every stray blade of grass we’d missed collecting. The sainted one began to cry. My brother ran onto the grass, rolling over and over. Da, hands on hips, looked down at my sister and me. His large hand swung out. I flinched. My sister ran. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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My Da yelled................tag I stood there for a second, stunned, until he took off running over the lawn. I caught him just as he turned up between the two houses. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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LOL surprise ending 
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You had me worried there for a minute or two. Vive La Difference
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WHEW! My heart stopped until I saw that comment... Beautiful story at the end...   Rachel Mae
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WHEW! Had me worried there. Glad he came to his senses.If you see me in the real world, come say "Hi Justskin." I always behave. Preferably not well. 
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<3 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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You caught me WE  So glad that the Story had a Happy Ending Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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I was NOT expecting that ending...  But I'm very glad to have it been that way.  Another tale well told! 
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ok you got me worried as I read through the thread on this one. I am very happy this had a happy ending.. hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I don't know that I should your posts anymore... Yes I did read the first comment and this is what came to mind- My mother had these hard fast rules, too. I didn't understand them and adhered to them as best I could but inevitably, being a child, I would break one. Sometimes the punishment was fierce and swift, leaving me gasping in it's wake. Sometimes it was slow and measured, which could be in a different way, just as painful... But the times that she reacted like your father did? In a playful way, was the worst. Because now I knew she was capable of being nice, loving even.. which meant she did not want to try the rest of the time. She was capable of loving gestures, and chose to not exhibit them. Ah now...I've gone and ruined a good and light thing. My apologies. Kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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I knew your dad wouldn't hit his kids. But...no playing on the grass? That's hard! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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