We’re three days in our new home here in the Shenandoah Valley Virginia town of Waynesboro. Moving cartons are everywhere – open, full and some empty. Our third bedroom has been turned into a storeroom with furniture piled on top of each other and boxes not yet to be opened crammed into whatever available space there is. But, as I write this, our bedroom, the guest bedroom, living room and kitchen have finally been put into order.
It has been an exhausting few months. The idea of selling our home, marketing it and having a wonderful buyer come forth immediately was emotional but not too stressful. It was the packing and tag sales that started to ebb our energy. As I’ve written before, no one wants to help you pack and fewer than none want to help unpack. You’re on your own, baby!
So, imagine if you can sleeping soundly in your bed after two days of heavy lifting and sorting. The cool mountain air, drifting in through the slightly open window, has given you some of the most restful sleep you’ve had in several years. And then it happens.
A female voice, young sounding, comes from just outside your window. At first it seems like only a jumble of words, loud words, but not quite making sense. It’s still dark. What the heck!
The word jumble takes form and the young woman seems to be
speaking shouting to someone on her cell phone. This can’t be happening. But it is!
The conversation gets louder. This gal must live upstairs and is having a conversation while walking outside, I’m thinking. Now her words are coming together.
“You know”, she says, “I’ve always been a sort of worrier; maybe even depressed. No, not depressed, just kinda’ into my feelings, you know”.
Lady, I’m thinking, if you knew what I’m feeling you’d tone it down a notch. And further away, too!
But, she continues. “So, like, my parents knew I couldn’t open up to many people so they bought me Snowball. And, I’d like talk to Snowball all the time, ya’ know. I’d tell him everything. And, I mean EVERYTHING!
Oh, please have mercy, I’m thinking. Please, please be quiet!
Now, The Redhead is awake. Her eyes are closed, but I know she’s awake.
“So, like sometimes I didn’t even have to talk to Snowball. He just knew what I was thinking. My parents sensed how much I loved him and could talk to him so they bought me Snowflake. She was a girl, ya’ know. So, I’d talk to them and then one day my aunt and uncle bought me a baby seal and I named her Snow Crystal. Yep, another girl. So, I had one boy and two girls that I could talk to about EVERYTHING!
This can not happening. But, now I hear laughing. This woman is outside my window on speaker phone! In the dark!
So, one year my parents took me on winter break vacation to the Bahamas, she continues. It was fab, ya’ know. But, I wouldn’t go unless Snowball, Snowflake and Snow Crystal could go ,too. My parents thought it was cute so they bought an oversize suitcase to put them into.
Wait a minute! These snow things are dolls, stuffed animals!!?? Oh, Lady, you’ve got to be kidding me!
“And, so”, she continues, “as I got older I still talked to Snowball and Snowflake and Snow Crystal all the time. About EVERYTHING! About how I felt when the other girls started to develop and I didn’t, ya’ know.
More laughter from the other end of the phone.
And then, louder if possible, “So, my mom knew I was feeling bad and how I could talk to Snowball and Snowflake and Snow Crystal about EVERYTHING (more speaker phone laughter) so she said I should talk to them about wearing a training…
Wait a minute! This is altogether too much! I’m putting an end to this conversation right now. So, I throw off the covers and realize that since our bed is now on a padded carpet it’s a bit higher. My feet can’t reach the floor! So, I hop off, slightly twisting an ankle already sore from all the bending and lifting of the past few days. Dang it!
I hobble over to the window to tell The Conversationalist that her conversation is over and to pipe down and move on!
And then…wait a minute! She’s inside our room! What??
I turn to her voice. What the heck is happening? Son of a … It’s the clock radio tuned into a public radio station and broadcasting a “repeat performance” of Storyteller something or other. No one’s outside my window. Hold your fire, Gibby!
The still closed eye Redhead says, “What’s wrong with you”?
“Nothing, My Sweet”. I hop back up in bed and laugh The Redhead fully awake and myself back into deep slumber.
P.S. Note the change of photo at the top of the blog. It was taken back in September not far from where we now are.
Another good one. You really should write more but the main thing is being happy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, again, Jack and Dodie!
Way to go Billy!😂I wonder what happened to Snowball, Snowflake and Snow Crystal?
Cheryl Schwartz, LCSW, LLC
Hahahahaha!! Thank goodness you don’t have an insane new neighbor! So you turned off the radio, or did you have to know how it ended? 😆