A new day. Whispers of rain still remain, tapping gently on the casing of the AC unit again. If it is raining softly I cannot always see it but I can always hear it. As it makes its presence known against the metal casing. I love the rain. I do not like lighting but I love the rain. And even the thunder as it booms across the horizen. I do not really tremble at high winds or Tornado warnings. But I have a high respect for the lighting as it streaks in anger against the sky. I feel it is always seeking, seeking a place to strike or someone to strike. I try very hard to stay away from it.
My sister told me today her granddaughter called her and told her when she turned eighteen she was taking her Bungee jumping. We both laughed hard at the thought. My sister is as sweet as they come. She is kind, smart, well read, great mother and grandmother. But she is not a fearless person. She works very hard to blend into the background. Not be noticed. She is afraid of many things. Height being one of them. I cannot began to image her hooked to a Bungee cord jumping off a bridge. I can't myself myself doing it either. I would love to climb a mountain. But I cannot see myself jumping into open air, even if there was a cord tied onto me. I am not a lucky person. Just the fright of the jumping would probably scare me to death.
But it would be cool to say I have an older sister that Bungee jumps. I would gladly go to the bridge with her or whereever they jump from. I would be right there in her corner ,yelling, "Go girl." They say it is a thrill, a rush. There has to be better ways to get a thrill than jumping with a cord hooked to you. I smile just at the thought of her jumping. She is scared to walk across seventh street in Joplin. Scared to death to hardly ride with anyone in a car. She is a nervous person.
Which of course there is nothing wrong with being a fearful person. I don't think I am overly fearful but nobody could intice me to jump off a bridge or whatever. Even if the cord stayed hooked, the sudden jolt I think would be bad for the heart. I don't, repeat don't. expect to ever find out how bad the jolt would be.
I like to try new experiences. I guess its testing yourself to try something you may be a little fearful of. But I have came to the age where I feel I have had just about as many exciting experiences I need in my lifetime. I think I will just stay with the tried and true. Although I want so much to back pack Mexico. But there my feet would be on the ground. Solid ground. And I know for sure my sister will not be Bungee jumping when Celstina turns eighteen.
So sorry Cele, but you'll have to count your Grandma out. She loves you I know. She is just not the Amelia Airhart type. You know taking off in the wild blue younder. So Sister I guess we are turning into fuddy dudies. For I do not see you hanging from a cord head first. I try to visualize it but believe me it doesn't come to mind. I think trying to teach me to drive was about as scary and fearless as you are going to get. So thats okay Sister. The world can pass us by all they want. We are peddling as fast as we can.
Oh, remember Daylight saving time tomorrow, Spring forward on those clocks tonight, No pearls today but I am proud I am giving infomaive news. Aren't you proud?
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