Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
The WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY again are provided by Cindi Summerlin of LETTING WORDS ESCAPE. You can tell Halloween is coming by the words Cindi provides. This time they are inspired by the story IT. She even gave us a photo.
I was raised in a very small town. My friends and I would always clown around. We believed we were invincible . We were children after all and it was our duty to explore. Running free in the summer months led us through nearby woods. We even explored a few abandoned tunnels. That was when we were led to an old train car that had been left to rot on the old tracks.
This particular day, that I will never forget, led us to the adventure that nightmares are made of.
Eric was the one who had encouraged us to sneak inside the box car. He may have encouraged us, but he would not take the lead. He insisted I go first through the broken door. I remember the cobwebs that hung like curtains everywhere. We had to brush through them. It gave all of us the creeps. Somewhere water was dripping in slow, even drops.
Susie decided to move forward on her own to explore the drip, drip, drip sound. I told her not to leave the group but she wanted to show us her courage. The minute Susie was out of our sight I felt my asthma begin to flair. Panic set in as we all realized how quickly Susie had disappeared from our view. It was as if the floor of the old caboose had gobbled her up.
We huddled together and moved forward trying to find our friend in this dark and dirty place. Suddenly the cobweb curtains parted and visions of children covered in red droplets charged toward us. Susie was in the mob. Her teeth had turned to sharp canine teeth and were gnashing in horrible clicking sounds.
We ran like lightening searching for a place to hide. It was nightfall before we dared return to our homes. Susie never returned home and we could not bring ourselves to tell of the adventure. To this day if we look above that tunnel that hides the abandoned train car, we all see the recurrence of bloody footprints that rise up and turn into red balloons floating to the sky. It is best never to look.
And on a personal note, here I am with my son who was my traveling companion last week. He is the provider of most of my Friday Funnies so you can just guess how much he kept me laughing in Branson, Mo. We were with my husband's shipmates for the USS Mahan Reunion.
It looked like the hurricane would leave us without electricity for a very long time. Ron tried to tell me that our loss was nothing like the grief being caused others. They were losing homes and there would be some loss of life. We huddled together in the dark.
Our good friends and neighbors Richard and June had found their life's work in the laboratory had all been destroyed. The remains appeared to be a slaughterhouse.We knew they would probably exchange a kiss when they saw it and give thanks they were alive. Even in the darkest of the night Richard would try to amuse June with stories of their most pleasant memories.
Richard and June told us later that while the wait for power did seem the least of their worries, they could not achieve melancholy. They knew that looters were already moving from one home to another robbing and perhaps even committing murder. They said they decided to wait out the remainder of the storm in a ravine behind what was left of their home. Perhaps they would be safer there. The did Laugh when they told us that, but we could not see any humor in their situation. I felt sensations of goosebumps as they talked about the violent night.
Thankfully they were safe in the morning light as were we. Rescue teams were pouring in from everywhere. The four of us were happy to be alive.
(This question is in light of the news this morning of the horrendous shooting in Las Vegas last night. At least 50 dead and 200 wounded, all innocent victims. Will we still attend gatherings like this Country Music Festival?)
You think twice before you leave the house these days
I don't think we are safe anywhere anymore, but I will continue to attend things.