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Sunday, March 28, 2004
Jeepers Creepers
It is Saturday night; my husband and I are in his office blogging for fun. I left his office to go get a copy out of the printer and felt an unstoppable urge to go to the ladies room. There is nobody else in the building as far as we are concerned. I open the swinging door, the light is dim and the light switch is nowhere to be seen. I am brave enough to venture myself into the semi-dark. As I walk into the shadows, memories of old scary movies pop into my mind. I push those thoughts away. Then I hear the noise of a tennis shoe squeaking against the floor.
I freeze and think to myself: I should have turned on the lights!
The sound remains the same, there is rhythm to it and the more I focus on it, the more I think of old scary movies and the more I just want to hurry up, or should I stay put and hide in the dark?
As I hurry myself out of the ladies room, to my surprise the squeaking sound (an alarm of some kind) is left behind. In the safety of the hallway underneath the protection of the unnatural lights, I carefully move back to my husband’s office. I look into every single office with a scream ready to be let out and only one thought in mind: Jeepers Creepers I am scared to death!
My husband who is blogging away has no idea of my little adventure, besides the fact that I wanted to know the meaning of Jeepers Creepers: For him, a silly old song. As for me, I don’t care, it still means to be creeped out to death!
Memories of not so long ago.
Well, Well, Well. Here I am! Joining in with a crowd of writers, loners, seekers and readers. My husband joined in a couple of weeks ago and I have been having so much fun with his blogs that I felt inspired to try blogging too!
Have you ever drunk water from a green coconut in a hot summer day? I miss the days of laziness youth where I would enjoy the ocean breeze or the smell of a tropical storm after weeks of merciless heat. The stillness of a gray wall-like ocean overpowered by the silence of dark clouds just minutes before the slashing sound of a crashing thunder, it is something to be seen and experience by everyone. At the same time that I felt terrified, I felt compelled to stay and stare at the storm tumbling down.
I was on the second floor, in front of a panoramic window facing the ocean...first class ticket for the preview. As I stared at the storm I also felt compelled to run to it, to let the water pour down on me and have my feet wet with the waves that now broke on the shore. I was terrified and fascinated by the power of the storm. I could no longer hold those feelings in my heart and I just ran, down the stairs, through the fancy halls to the first floor where people piled up like sardines inside of a can, afraid of being eaten by the human storm. Too many people, too many fears inside four walls. There I was feeling lonely, like the only one who wanted to live and run across the beach in the middle of the storm. Powerless I watched all kinds of people; all kinds of reactions, all kinds of feelings fill the air. When I finally got hold of myself, it was too late... the storm was gone and the sun was shinning again as if it never had left. I saw the blue sky and felt the ocean breeze. I smelled the dirt drenched with rain and woke up from my trance to reality. Yep the storm was gone, my chance to be part of the storm was also gone but deep inside I knew that tomorrow and everyday for a month or two at 5 pm the storm would be back. It is summer time in the tropicals and I knew the routine quite well.
I guess you are wondering if I ever ran through the storm by the ocean, but that is a story for another day. What impresses me the most right now is that growing up I never thought that small moments like this would be the ones that would leave prints in my heart and that life is really made of the small stuff that happens to us in the day to day routine. What do you think???
