Song Turned Into Scream … Tea Bag On The Wall!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
That was the morning … when my song turned into a scream. It wasn’t funny, either. 🙂
Photo of me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Early one morning, I got up to make breakfast. I was humming as I moved around the kitchen. I’m glad no one hears me … truthfully, I can’t carry a tune at all. At one time, I thought I could … until I recorded myself … listened. OMG! I was careful not to let anyone else hear anything out of my mouth … that resembled a song.
I do have a way of talking that can sound musical. That’s not singing, though. When I worked at the switchboard years ago … people complimented me on how … pleasant it was. Isn’t it amazing how speaking words … singing words sound so differently?
Anyway, that morning, I was making scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage, toast for breakfast. I put the strawberry preserves on the dining table. That’s my favorite … I love to bite into the plump strawberries on buttered toast. Goodness … I’m hungry now!
Humming turned into a full-fledge song. I was jamming in the kitchen. No one could hear me … Tommy was upstairs in his bedroom. Skip was still asleep. The Pups … well, the Pups loved everything I did … so, my singing didn’t bother them at all.
We lived in a 200 year old house. Strange enough, I was never afraid there. When we first moved into it, I was afraid I would feel fear when I walked upstairs … you know how older homes are.
I would test myself … walk up the steps when everyone was gone … to see what would happen. I would see if I felt dread inside … but, it never happened. I felt calmness … when I got completely upstairs. But … that’s not to say old houses can’t be scary! I was getting ready to see ‘scary’ in action … you wouldn’t have known it by my happy singing.
I walked to the stove to check on the sausage, when … my eyes were drawn to the wooden wall behind the stove. What in the hell?
Who would have done such a thing? I just knew Tommy, nor Skip would have done that. I knew I hadn’t done it.
Why would there be a tea bag stuck to the wooden wall? Why? I kept a clean kitchen … I couldn’t figure it out as I stood there. I knew I had to get it down … my humming was a nervous hum. The tea bag just … didn’t seem right. I kept looking at it … then, I …
I reached for the tea bag, stretching myself long enough over the stove so, I wouldn’t get burned. I put my hand on it, squeezed my fingers enough to pull it off the wall, when …
OMG! The tea bag began to move! The tea bag was moving! It was moving in my hand! What the ……. ??
I began screaming for Skip to come help me. Help me, Skip! The tea bag was flying around the room! The Pups were barking wildly … running when the tea bag would zoom in towards them. I was soon ducking, myself!
Skip came flying into the kitchen … well, he wasn’t flying … it was just the tea bag flying! What’s going on, he said. He knew something was wrong. I could only point at that tea bag!
It’s a bat! Get your butterfly net! I’ll catch it. He caught the bat, took it outside to release it. I stood there, trying to get composure. I sure felt stupid … that tea bag was a … bat!
It had me screaming, running around like a bat out of hell, myself! I kept taking deep breaths … trying to gather my wits. I don’t like to get excited like that … weakness sets in.
That was the morning … my song turned into a … scream. It wasn’t funny, either. I didn’t know what a bat looked like hanging on a wall … I did know what they looked like outside, flying around the nightlight in the evenings, though.
That was the morning … I thought a tea bag was stuck onto the wall. That was the only thing my mind could identify it to be. Now … I know what a bat looks like when hanging around.
The next time I saw a bat in that house, it was in the living room flying around. I just can’t take it … I really just can’t take bats flying around my head! I don’t want to hurt them … and I have to make myself get strong in order to somehow, help it … get outside if Skip isn’t around. I had to that time! I wouldn’t have hurt it for anything … unless it attacked my Pups.
Song turned into a scream … I must have sounded like a person singing hard rock!
Photo/story are both owned by me … #Gloria Faye Brown Bates / aka #Granny Gee
This is a true story … a color of my life … a ‘tea’ color!