I SAW CAROLYN.

Monday, here again. I have all these big plans for Spring cleaning this week, you know curtains, shampoo carpets. Now lets see if I follow through. I make these plans but morning turns into afternoon and nothing gets accomplished. This week I promise myself will be different. I will get it done and without the help of Miss Debbie. So let the week began. I am ready.

Yesterday was Sunday. I got bored and got on the computer and tooled around Blog land again. There are many interesting people out there. Oh by the way, did you check out the border. I wanted a fancy one with flowers and such but as of yet have not gotten the hang of it. Instead I had to settle on this but at least I am going a step up. Or at least I tell myself that is so. I want flowers and interesting objects. Or something different, but I have not given up yet.

Also yesterday we went to the Dollar store. I was grabbing a couple of cans of soup and I heard someone say, "Willamina." Now when someone says that name its a good give away its someone from my school years. As I have a little trouble making out faces I squinted and peered closely. Good grief it was Carolyn Rowan. Now if you read his Blog weeks ago maybe you will remember one called, "Things my Momma use to say. One saying was, "Birds of a feather flock together." She was referring to a girl I had brought home to play with. Mom thought she came from a rough family, too rough for me to play with the daughter. And surely not go to her house.

Well before me stood a grey haired lady with glasses and a big smile. Mom if you are listening she had no tattoos, no red face from years of drinking. In fact she looked far more sedate than me in my bell bottom jeans and yellow hoodie. I'm not a middle aged hippie anymore, more like a really old one. She wore what looked like polyester pants and a nice cotton blouse. She also wore no makeup. I wore lipstick, blusher and my ever faithful black eyeliner. There's no telling what she thought of me. I also carried a very large animal print purse. Hers was a nice small black one. he kind old ladies are suppose to carry. I failed in comparison to her Mom. She looked the part of a nice older lady. I in turn looked like the crazy older lady that I am.

I got to thinking when I got home. I wonder if that day so many years ago if she might of went home and told her Mother she stopped at Willamina Munch's house to play. And maybe her Mother sat down on the steps with her and carefully explained it would be better if she didn't come back to my house and didn't ask me to come and play. She might very well have told her that she had heard very strange things about me. That I dressed up in my Mothers clothes and hats. That I walked around the neighborhood talking to non-existent people up the telephone pole and down the garbage can. When I think about it she never did ask me to come to her house again and she never came back to mine.

So Mom I think you might have had it wrong. Her life probably never played out like a bad country song like mine did. She looks pretty normal and nice to me. I didn't talk to her long. I could hear Momma say, "Birds of a feather flock together." Her feathers looked much nicer and age appropriate than mine. Maybe Mom you should have let me hang out with her. I just might have turned out better. Who knows, right. But it just goes to show you can't judge people by their families, just look how nice, quiet and normal my brother and sister are, then look at me. It was nice to talk a minute to her though. So Carolyn wherever you are out there. I know my Mom would be proud of you. But for now I am outta here.