we were making something.
supper, i think. [and to those of you who call supper "dinner", i say, "shsh."]
anyway, i was stirring something {kraft dinner, i think} and that was when he ducked out of the kitchen for a minute, because either he needed to get something in another room or he was pushing the play button on the tape deck again, and that was when i pulled a clumsy and, while reaching for the salt shaker, knocked the porcelain bowl off the counter. and then time
slowed
and
stopped.
i was able to calmly and accurately evaluate the situation: my flailing hands, my beloved porcelain pajama-patterned bowl--mid-flight, that old man across the street that i always see everywhere but don't know where he lives. and in that split second, i swung around, 180 degrees, quietly reached out my hand and made the catch. out of thin air. and then time
sped up and we were back in full swing again, bowl intact. i was pleased with myself.
"barclay!" i screamed, "i am like a jungle cat!"
as if jungle cats could catch falling things or something. but i meant it to mean that i felt very agile and cool. like maybe a tiger.
but upon further examination, it may have just been a lucky catch.
13 comments:
Love this.
Excerpts like this could easily be a part of . . . right.
Love this.
Excerpts like this could easily be a part of . . . right.
Lucky catch? No. It's because you're like a jungle cat.
HAHA That's AWESOME :D
oh jeez thank goodness you caught it!!!
lol how cool!!!!
I know I haven't been commenting much lately (sorry), but I've been stopping in almost daily to see what you're up to, and you just always make me smile. (thank you)
Anyway, you're super ninja for pulling that time bending, porcelain catching thing off...and I love "the thing about the piano." I went back to 2009 and read about when you two met and that definitely made me smile (a that's so romantical type of smile)...ok, let's see...your costumes were AMAZING...that gnome made me giggle all over...the paper rant on texting is awesome, but I'm afraid you're tipping your chair too far backwards in the last drawing and you are maybe gonna fall..."the truth about the weekend" post was sort of mysterious and poetic and weird and that all made me LOVE it...that tattoo is perfect and I totally know what you mean- it's almost scary...
Whew... Does that catch me up? ;)
Oh good! I'm so glad you didn't break one of your pajama bowls! What would you have done with three? (or did you get a set of 8? I can't remember.)
That was certainly not a lucky catch, and definitely because you are a jungle cat. This reminds me of every time my husband throws something to me and I actually catch it and he grins the biggest grin on the face of the planet because he assumes our children will have fabulous hand-eye coordination and thus be amazing athletes. Those, are ALWAYS lucky catches ;)
There is no such thing as luck. You're definitely a jungle cat! ;-)
hahaha so funny
hannah: you and your subtle pokes...you're hilarious. i love you.
jen g-son: haha, no kidding--i've lost way too many of those things to my klutziness..
cadence: :D
lilac rabbit: thank you for the vote of confidence. :)
angela: WOW, angela, it absolutely does. :) i was wondering where you'd been!
rebecca: well i'm glad you think so. :)
jen glen..well...we started with 12. we're down to 10 now...but that's not bad, for how much of a clumsy oaf i am. would've been nine if not for my cat-like reflexes.
ashlee: no, YOU are a jungle cat too. they are not lucky catches. :)
chess: ok. i believe you.
bridget: :D
Nah, I'm pretty sure you're a jungle cat!
And I call it supper, too.
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