Friday, August 08, 2003
I know I know I haven't been updating lately so sue me. I just got back from a short trip and I've been kinda lazy. In fact as of this writing I haven't stayed up this late in months, and I don't even know why I'm not in bed yet. I know you want something new from me and well I'm sorry. I haven't committed anything to paper yet. Actually that's a lie - I did but I hate it. So to placate you here's something I wrote earlier in the year that's only been viewed by my former creative writing class. Hope you're happy. BTW, tomorrow I'll write about my trip. BTW BTW this is written from Dot's POV.
Dirges of the Past
Crazy. Sexy. Beautiful. All of these words could have described my mother at one time. All of these words described the mother I loved the most, before she had my baby brother. Her tiny frame held so much energy then she seemed like a bottle rocket ready to explode sooner or later. Those were the times when both me and her would claim the day as ours and ours alone; she taking me everywhere and telling me everything. We were happy.
One day that sticks out vividly in my mind was the day things started to unravel between us. It was the summer after my fifth birthday; my mother woke me up at about the usual time in the morning and I could tell by the dirty dishes on the kitchen table my father had already left for work. Normally we'd eat breakfast together as a family but there were times, like now, where he'd get called in early.
Mom gave me my usual bowl of cold cereal before sitting down herself.
"You up to going out with me today?" she asked in a cautiously cheery tone.
"Of course!" I smiled brightly. How could I say no? Staying at home alone at such a young age was practically abhorrent, not to mention scary. Besides, every day was an adventure with her - she always made sure of it.
"Well, hurry up then. We've got an appointment."
"For the doctor?"
"No, not for the doctor." She got up to put the dishes away in the sink. "An audition."
Now, I was only five years old but I knew full well what that meant. My mother dragged me along with her to so many that I knew everything about them. Each time one rolled around she'd get the most happiest, as if she expected something greater from it.
We were out the door pretty quickly, which surprised me because my mother was never one to rush.
I think I'll stop there for now. I'll type the rest later...maybe
Dirges of the Past
Crazy. Sexy. Beautiful. All of these words could have described my mother at one time. All of these words described the mother I loved the most, before she had my baby brother. Her tiny frame held so much energy then she seemed like a bottle rocket ready to explode sooner or later. Those were the times when both me and her would claim the day as ours and ours alone; she taking me everywhere and telling me everything. We were happy.
One day that sticks out vividly in my mind was the day things started to unravel between us. It was the summer after my fifth birthday; my mother woke me up at about the usual time in the morning and I could tell by the dirty dishes on the kitchen table my father had already left for work. Normally we'd eat breakfast together as a family but there were times, like now, where he'd get called in early.
Mom gave me my usual bowl of cold cereal before sitting down herself.
"You up to going out with me today?" she asked in a cautiously cheery tone.
"Of course!" I smiled brightly. How could I say no? Staying at home alone at such a young age was practically abhorrent, not to mention scary. Besides, every day was an adventure with her - she always made sure of it.
"Well, hurry up then. We've got an appointment."
"For the doctor?"
"No, not for the doctor." She got up to put the dishes away in the sink. "An audition."
Now, I was only five years old but I knew full well what that meant. My mother dragged me along with her to so many that I knew everything about them. Each time one rolled around she'd get the most happiest, as if she expected something greater from it.
We were out the door pretty quickly, which surprised me because my mother was never one to rush.
I think I'll stop there for now. I'll type the rest later...maybe