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By May 22, 2017August 28th, 2020No Comments
I AM FLYING 25,000 FEET OVER MANY UNKNOWN STATES.  I HAVE A LITTLE STONE IN MY SHOE AND IT IS BUGGING ME……OH YEAH!  IT IS TIME FOR ME TO WRITE MY NEXT JFK!  I DON’T HAVE A CLUE WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT THIS TIME.  SHOULD I WRITE ABOUT POLITICS? OH GOD (!!)  I DON’T DARE EVEN TO THINK ABOUT THAT.  I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH CREDENTIALS TO TALK ABOUT POLITICS,  ALL I HAVE IS MY POINT OF VIEW.  PERHAPS I CAN WRITE ABOUT THE LATEST FASHION TRENDS?  BUT I PUT THAT OUT OF MY MIND.  FOR GOODNESS SAKE, I AM ON VACATION!

I AM BORED SO I DECIDE TO LOOK OUTSIDE AND ADMIRE THE BIG WHITE CLOUDS.  THEY ARE FLUFFY, BULBOUS, SOFT AND BUOYANT.  MY MIND STARTS TO THINK ABOUT HOW CLOUDS DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT PASSING BORDERS, PASSPORTS OR PERMISSION TO LEAVE.  THEY JUST TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD FREELY.  I WONDER WHERE THEY CAME FROM, THESE ANCIENT CLOUDS, AND WHAT TYPE OF HISTORY THEY HOLD.  WE ARE FLYING AS FAST AS SUPERMAN BUT NEITHER THE CLOUDS NOR MY HAIR NOR MY EYELASHES MOVE AT ALL.  SUDDENLY, I START TO GET SLEEPY.  I LET MY EYES CLOSE AND I LET MY CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIC MEMORIES COME TO ME.

I LOOK DOWN AND SEE MY BLACK PATENT SHOES THAT HAVE BUCKLES ACROSS THE INSTEP AND THAT GO UP TO MY ANKLES.  I AM READY TO PLAY HOPSCOTCH WITH MY SIBLINGS.   I HEAR MY SISTERS’ LAUGHS AND THEIR VOICES AS THEY ARE DARING ME TO BEAT THEM.  I HAVE IN MY HAND A WET TISSUE PAPER WHICH I USE AS MY THROWING OBJECT.  YOU MUST CHOOSE THE EXACT WEIGHT TO THROW. AS I JUMP I COUNT 1, 2 AND THEN 3,4.  I CAUTIOUSLY MAKE SURE NOT TO SCUFF MY SHOES.  MY MOTHER WILL THROW A FIT IF I SCUFF THEM.   MY KNEES ARE FULL OF SCARS FROM PLAYING OVER THE YEARS.  I WOULD RATHER MY KNEES BE SCUFFED THAN MY SHOES!  AS I JUMP I GET TO NUMBER SEVEN AND GIVE A QUICK LOOK TO SEE MY CHALLENGES AHEAD AND I TAKE A QUICK LOOK BACK AND NOTICE WHAT I HAVE ALREADY ACCOMPLISHED.  FOR ME THIS IS THE WAY I SEE MY LIFE UP TO NOW.  MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS INCLUDE RAISING MY KIDS, GRANDCHILDREN, SOME SUCCESS IN MY BUSINESS…………….ALSO, I HAVE LOVED AND BEEN LOVED DEEPLY.

THIS IS MY HOPSCOTCH.  I’M STANDING ON ONE LEG KEEPING MY BALANCE BUT THIS TIME IN A HIGH HEELED STILETTO SHOE.  I TEND TO WOBBLE BUT REMAIN GROUNDED AND CONFIDENT IN MY POSITION.  I LOOK BACK AND I LOOK AHEAD.  IF MY HOPSCOTCH NUMBER 10 IS GETTING CLOSER, IS THIS THE END OF MY GAME?  NO..NO..NO.  IT’S MY GAME.  I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT.  I CAN MAKE MY HOPSCOTCH GO FURTHER.  I CAN BREAK THE RULES AND ADD AS MANY NUMBERS AS I WANT.  OF COURSE, THIS TIME IN MY HIGH HEELS!

WHAT IS YOUR HOPSCOTCH TRAJECTORY?  I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU.

GUADA755@OUTLOOK.COM