Wednesday: Days Like These...

Wednesday: Days Like These


Today, I remember a phrase that has been running through my brain.
Actually, it was this from a t-shirt from the past.

"Mom said there would be days like this!"

Except for, "Nursing is my bag," this one was a favorite during that time.

I was too little to figure out all the complexities of life, but the t-shirt that
was fitted for me had the following illustrations.

(in bold neon pink, yellow, green colors)

A yelping electrocuted cat with its hair on end, screaming bloody murder
tripping over a live hot wire of an extremely sizzling
iron that is about to fall onto the floor
an equally upset baby with his mouth wider than its body
a pot on the stove boiling over with some unknown food substances (noodles? gruel?)
a blaring telephone ringing with the loud-ness drawn and represented with
electric rays surrounding it
the person in the photo, a mother going insane,
pulling at her scarf & hair,
trying to flick off sweat,
screaming kids running all around
and other livid details I probably did not notice being too young
to experience the future...Maybe I escaped this?
I wonder... maybe in some contexts...

I used to remember looking at the illustration several times during the week
even when the shirt was not being worn. That era was for t-shirt lovers,
iron-on people, and people who loved flowers, hearts, and neon-blaring items.

It was like looking at a story. I thought that the author (artist) was ingenious.
The raised illustration and its texture felt strange and wonderful also.

I still wonder if I was supposed to grow up like that, facing domestic terrorism.

One day, I found a free iron - on from a magazine and laughed gleefully about it
and how iron-ons used to abound...everywhere!!!


How To...

I gravitate toward advice and suggestion - oriented sites. I love witty writers and house-hold tips and dos and donts. I think maybe I am trying to prevent living a
harried life to some extent. I remember being old, knowing all the problems of the
"older" people around me. I don't remember having the problems of a child.

I think I never even fell off a bike.
Found a friend to jump rope with...
Found a favorite barbie doll
Played outside with kids
Had fun like a child

I was always being a host and helping out everywhere.
Now, I am having fun by myself and with the cats.

I like this, but I wonder if this is like a second chance for me
to live like I should have...if there is some amount of fairness...
to come full-circle, somehow...

I don't want to be like a child, really, but it is coming to this, in some ways.

Before "you have days like this" one should find "days not like this" in order
to have a comparison.

I think no one ever understands this...about a girl...or a woman...
I think they want to give you the works, but not the play-time.

I am wondering about this...now.

I even began working before any of these other adults I know today.
I wonder if they know that...wondering where all the money came from...

SIGH!

Democrats!