The Hair Meets the End of the Line

~ Lenore Diane ~ 37 Comments

This post is dedicated to and inspired by Hippie Cahier who wrote, “What’s Next?”.

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If I am in a public place, I will find a spot where I can be discrete. Then, I will do whatever it takes to locate the hair that is brushing against my arm, tickling my stomach, or moving up and down with every blink of my eye.

Strands of my hair seem to fall out on a regular basis. When the strands get caught in my shirts, skirts, bras, eye lashes, etc., I will not rest until I can locate the irritant and remove it. If it means I have to pull off my shirt to locate the sucker, I will.

After reading Hippie’s most recent post, I came to a realization. Actually, I had the realization months ago, but her post (and the hair caught in my shirt) created the perfect metaphor for me. Continue reading “The Hair Meets the End of the Line” →

Project 366: Day 290 Don’t Tell Oma

~ Lenore Diane ~ 22 Comments

Tonight the boys carved their pumpkins. Don’t tell Oma. He doesn’t like pumpkins. Actually, I don’t think it is that he doesn’t like pumpkins, I think it’s more that he doesn’t like how pumpkins put their ‘stuff’ in everything like a nosy next door neighbor.

A nightmare for Oma plays out like a scene from the movie Forrest Gump. Oma is the last to board a full bus. Walking down the aisle looking for a seat, Oma watches as passengers glare at him and say, “This seat is taken.” Suddenly, he sees him – like a beacon in the night.  The kind face scoots over and invites Oma to sit down. Oma smiles, and extends his hand, offering a handshake of friendship. As Oma sits, his new-found friend shows him a picture and asks, “Have you ever been to a pumpkin patch before? You can make a lot of things with pumpkins. Pumpkin cake, pumpkin ale, pumpkin latte, pumpkin pie, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin …” Oma’s eyes widen in fear, and his face transforms into the subject of the famous Scream painting. The camera zooms in towards Oma’s mouth, as he screams an endless scream.

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