LIFETIME SCREAMS:
1) 1967, February: Mosher-Jordan Residence Hall, University of Michigan, 5th floor. Sunday afternoon. Homework done. Sun streaming in. Dust motes drift. Having a dreamy phone talk with my dreamy boyfriend. A bat hops out from under my bed. Toward me.
2) 1977, August: Cedar Point, Sandusky Ohio. First time upside down in a roller coaster. Sitting next to my oldest brother. He laughs when I say a word he has never heard his proper English-teacher sister say before. Last time upside down on a roller coaster.
3) 1997, December: Baja California. Narrow 2-lane highway hugging craggy mountain west of Santa Rosalia. Heading downhill, mountain to the right, 1000+meter drop to the left. No guard rail (we don’t need no stinkin’ guard rails). In a Mini-Winnie motor home driven by impatient husband who wants to pass the truck in front of us. The Mexican driver of the truck waves his arm out the window to keep us back. I say “don’t do this.” Then I go to the back bed, cover my head with a pillow. And scream. Last trip to Baja with said ex-husband.
4) 2015, This morning. Software frustration. Weeks of it. I finally figured out that if I stand on my right leg, point NNE, cough twice and spit on nettles, I can get it all to work together. And the result for you?
THE BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER AFGHAN PATTERN
I swear, I’m getting soft in my old age. Screaming about software for heaven’s sake.