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3WW–gait, nudge, ripen

September 22, 2010 By pia

As always thanks Thom for the 3WW words

These words awaken something in me I would rather keep asleep right now.  I don’t usually read entries in 3WW before writing my own but I’ve always liked Linda Jacob’s poems and her submission this week brought back the sad season.  It’s OK; I can’t expect people to not talk about aging because it drives me crazy until 10/14 when magically it goes away.

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The old man walks out of his house and screams at me.  “You’re walking in my grass.  I keep telling you to stop.  I’m trying to grow grass and you’re ruining everything.  You, you walk too much.  Everyday I come out and tell you to leave.”

I would laugh as I walk this route once a week at the most. I’m walking in the middle of the gutter, and three cars are parked in his so called grass but my gait is off.  I’m almost limping and very self-conscious.

My gait is usually good but I’m tired and no shoes seem to fit properly. I was going to nudge them into a cute pair that seems to be a size too small–funny they fit yesterday.  Oh how my body ripens over night.

This town is all about appearances. Somehow I have passed the appearance test.  Probably because I have the most expensive teeth in America and smile at every opportunity. (Not the best teeth but the priciest.)

Sometimes when I pass people I know I nudge my mouth into the largest and most stupid of smiles, stand there with one hand up, and feel like a traffic monitor or live billboard.  In New York I can get away with a half smile, but not here.  The smile must ripen to take over my face.

I try the smile at the old man and he stops yelling but stands there with a bewildered look on his face.  I look at him more closely.

Then I think the old man might in actuality be younger than me and once again everything’s right with the world.

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Take back America.  Go to DC on 10/30 for Jon Stewart’s rally for sanity!!!!!  Just remember that Christine O’Donnell is a serious candidate, and that could get you there!!!!!

Filed Under: 3WW, space chick with the electric hair Tagged With: 3WW, non verbal learning disorders

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  1. Doug says

    September 22, 2010 at 1:56 pm

    That’s a very funny story and I understand it.

  2. cooper says

    September 22, 2010 at 8:17 pm

    ha ha I understand it to but probably not the way Doug does.

  3. Deborah says

    September 23, 2010 at 1:52 am

    Very good, I loved the ending!

  4. ThomG says

    September 23, 2010 at 5:54 am

    “Oh how my body ripens overnight.” What a great line. This is a great story, just a great read. Don’t forget to throw up a link to it on 3WW.

  5. gautami tripathy says

    September 24, 2010 at 5:19 am

    I loved that ending too!

    I am not much bothered about aging. Nature has given me a good skin texture!

    baton of time

  6. Ramesh Sood says

    September 24, 2010 at 7:07 am

    Ha, ha, ha, spirit needs to stay young.. I loved reading about your smile and the priciest teeth.. beautiful.. wish I could see that smile..

  7. EsotericWombat says

    September 24, 2010 at 12:36 pm

    Maybe if you slept in a brown paper bag… or does that only work for Georgia peaches?

    My face muscles are set in their habits, I guess. Smiling in a way that shows my teeth just feels… wrong. Unless it’s accompanied by crazy-eyes, at which point someone is likely to call the cops.

  8. Bone says

    September 24, 2010 at 4:00 pm

    Yep, loved the ending.

    The old man reminded me of an old woman who used to yell at us kids when we walked across her lawn on the way home from the school bus. But her husband was like her exact opposite. He’d sneak and give us candy when she wasn’t around.

  9. Bone says

    September 24, 2010 at 4:04 pm

    Also, great new template!

    They don’t get much better than Shana.

  10. Selma says

    September 27, 2010 at 9:42 pm

    I really like your writing style. Very original and fresh. There is also a sense of fun. I can tell I am going to enjoy reading your blog very much!

  11. Shayna says

    September 28, 2010 at 7:53 pm

    HAHAHA!!!

    When you said that you could get away with half smile in NY but not in your “new” place of residence. That’s the south darlin’… you must always have a smile. 🙂

    As for your template – All I did was your header and changed your color scheme… 🙂 The rest is the foreign person you got your template from… LOL!

    BTW…I actually posted something on my blog!!!!

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