Earthquake

The first Friday of the New Year and I’m sitting here pounding my head on the screen trying to knock a thought out. Not that I don’t have any but rather I have too many and I have to pick. Hummmm… which will be my expunged thought of the day?

I had this thought way back mid-last year but the timing was not right. I feel safe now in sharing this story and yes, it is a true story. My first Friday entry shall be a story.


I was living with my grandmother. Poor granny, I lived with her through some of my wildest years. It was a sunny Saturday, mid-morning and I was still recovering from the night before.

Head in hand, I needed a snack and came out of my room. Granny greeted me with cold fried chicken, hot coffee and a smile, then left the room. I finished my snack and intended to head back to my room, she had other plans.

Halfway down the hall I heard her summon me to her room. “Honey come here, we need to talk.” As I entered her room and sat down on the bed I knew this was going to be a lecture more than a talk.

”What time did you get home last night?” she quietly questioned. “I don’t know, it was late.” “Well, you know it isn’t proper for girls to be running around that late, don’t you?” I nodded my head and knew it best to just listen.

She went on explaining the perils of my actions and how ladies do not act as I was. I knew I needed to make eye contact in order for this lecture come to an end because no way was my midnight partying going to stop and I will never forget the next turn of events.

Out of her loving mouth came the words, “Honey you have got to change your ways.” But before I cold do anything more than look her in the eye, we heard what we thought was the basement garage door start to open.

”Your grandfather has bad timing,” and she stomped her foot on the floor but the sound continued. “Granny I do not think that is papa.” “Well, what is…”

She never got to finish that sentence because I was grabbing her arm and literally dragging her to the doorway. “It’s an earthquake, granny!”


There are so many nuances to this story that I have left out, this is a blog post you know. But the effect of hearing “Honey, you need to change your ways,” and then the earth shaking in agreement? Shall we just say, left an extreme impression on my midnight partying. My grandmother has never had impeccable timing, except for that one sunny Saturday.

Peace…

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