‘Just In Case’… ‘Oh, That’s What That’s For!’


‘Just In Case’…  ‘Oh, That’s What That’s For!’

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

I used to buy things in a box, only to get home, have to put it together.  Things bigger, longer… than me!  I always prided myself on being ‘mechanically inclined’… in fact, so much that I would ‘lord it over’ … Skip.  :)))

 

I would sit and handle longer things than me, hurt myself… pinch myself, sometimes… I would cry out of frustration… but, I’d hide it from Skip… because he ‘thought I was so much!’

 

Oh… don’t forget, I have a lot of pride!  Even if ‘I don’t know what I’m doing… I have to appear that … I do!’  You know how it is, don’t say… you don’t!  :)))

 

I couldn’t help myself…. I would say to him… ‘don’t be hating… when you got it, you got it!’  :)))  I would laugh, and go to work with such confidence!  I thought I was so clever!  Even when… I was ‘figuring out what to do next!’

 

I would take all out, put like-things in neatly stacked piles all around me, piles of screws, washers, nuts.  Some things would have the letters ‘A’, ‘B’, ‘C’ on them…. supposedly easy to just put with each other… and make something!

 

I made Skip admire me, for my wonderful ability to ‘put things together’… he would ask me, “don’t you need the instructions?”  I would reply by saying, “Who me?  Oh no, I never need something to tell me what to do… I ‘just know’!  That’s ‘why’ I’m ‘mechanically inclined’… I ‘just know what to do… naturally!”

 

I would grin at him, so proud I could do something he couldn’t, or didn’t really want to do.   Now, I ‘know why’……………… ‘at this late day, and time’.  Oh yeah, that Skip was the ‘smart one’…. he was slick… he’d brag on my ‘mechanical ability’ to ‘get me to do it’!

 

Yes, that Skip… ‘knew what he was doing’…. we all know that when someone brags on us… it’s like putting ‘that spotlight on us, putting us on a stage… to perform to our best ability!’  Perform… I did!!!

 

Always with anything we bought in a box… I would always see a booklet, or sheet of paper.  My mind would register that one should read what’s on them, but, I never ‘had time to’…..

 

I would push the booklet, paper back into the box… ‘just in case’ I needed ‘to read’ them.  At least, they would be safe inside the box… I ‘knew I wouldn’t need them’… but, at least … they were safe.  The booklet, or paper always had one word at the top… it said:  Instructions…

 

I would go get my trusty electric screwdriver, and my old, cheap Dollar Treereading glasses‘ (yes, the ones that are so big on my face… ‘the bigger to see you with, my dear!’) … sit down on the floor in ‘the middle of everything’…. look around me to decide ‘where’ to begin…..

 

(See… ‘now’ I could get off this story and have fun writing about those ‘big, old reading glasses!  And… tell you how sweet, precious, gentle…. my two closest friends in this world, are … Ms Nancy, and Mezza… tried to tell me that ‘maybe they were a little ‘big for my face’!  Tell you how much fun! it was to tell them ‘it’s all right… I really don’t wear glasses!’  Ha!  Fun, reading how they both wanted to tell me me, so… ‘if I really wore glasses, I would get something becoming!’  They were just so ‘gentle’, so as not to hurt my feelings!  Real friends do that… especially when they are women…. I loved them all the more for that!).

 

Let’s get back to my story at hand!  Follow me!  I am mechanically inclined, so… ‘that means I can do anything that requires mechanical ability’!  Right?

 

Visualizing how I wanted somthing to look, be put together… I would choose the pile to start from.  I’d pick up a piece to see what kind of screw I would need… the next thing you know… I had put all together to make either a bookcase, or a cabinet together… not only that… I would have lots of ‘good stuff’ … left!  I could put them up for later…. ‘in case I needed them’.  Good deal!

 

Only ‘later in time’… I would discover ‘the purpose of each of those pieces’…. my mind would think… ‘oh, that’s what that was for’!

 

My mind would go back to what I safely stored inside the box… the booklet or piece of paper… I would go look inside, pull the paper out, go sit down… read.  You know… ‘after the fact’, and ‘just for the heck of it’… no sense in not knowing what that paper was for, too.

 

Oh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. mmmm-mmm…. okay, I ‘see now’… that’s ‘what I should have done!’… Oh-hhhh, okay…. ‘that’s what this paper is for!’

 

Then… I’d read the title at the top… ‘Instructions’…. I’d think to myself as I looked, actually read the instructions…. ‘but, I knew that… common sense tells me’…..

 

My eyes would stop, stare at something to do with ‘all the extra pieces I’d have left over’… oh my!  ‘Oh, that’s what that is for!’

 

Then, I would think… if I’d read this ‘first’, I would have known what those pieces were for… instead, I had shoved the paper back into the box with this thought… I’m putting it back in the box to be safe, to come back to… just in case!

 

Big Secret:  I’m going to have to say this… :)))  Everything I ever put together… stayed together, all sturdy… and sound!  :))) Just saying………………………………………………………………….

 

It’s Time For You…


Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee as a little girl… a little girl who had gotten hold of scissors, and cut off her very long hair… not only that, cut off her little brother’s hair…

 

It’s Time For You…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

The little seashell lay on the white sand near the water’s edge

Waves flowed gently … almost touching the little seashell

Soon, it would wash out into the ocean to be lost until the next time

It washed back up on shore to lie there … again

 

One day a little girl was hunting for seashells

She ran here, there with her little yellow bucket, red shovel

What a pretty picture she made with her long, blonde hair

Blue and white shirt, blue shorts, white sandals

 

She saw a little seashell, thought it special enough to keep

It was added to her yellow bucket with three more seashells

Special enough for her to want to keep

To take home, place on her special shelf for treasures

 

She saw a clear glass bottle half buried in the sand

It had a cork in the opening… she saw a piece of paper inside

She pulled the bottle from the sand, popped the cork out

Tried to wiggle the paper out with her fingers to no avail

 

What could she use to pull the piece of paper out with

She saw a stick nearby, ran to pick it up

The bottle was lying on the sand where she laid it

She picked it up, put the stick into the bottle

 

She began manipulating the paper until it came to the top

Of the bottle… she pulled it out, opened it to read it

‘You have 3 wishes’… the note said… ‘use them wisely’

She sat down on the ground, laid back on a rise in the sand

 

As she lay there looking up into the blue, blue sky she watched

The big, fluffy white clouds shift, change shape

Her attention was distracted by the sea gulls flying above her

She listened to the music their voices made as they flew around

 

Three wishes… what to wish for, should she wish only for herself

Or make wishes to help others, make dreams come true

What to do, she looked inside her mind, searched around

For something to help make her decide what to wish for

 

There she saw an image of another little girl, who was poor, dirty

In her mind… without thinking, she wished for the little girl

Everything that would make her life wonderful, new home, clothes,

Shoes, new car for the girl’s family… she saw the little girl smile

 

Her mind drifted, searching for something else, she knew not what

Her thoughts turned to an elderly woman who attended her church

She always wondered about the pain in the woman’s eyes

What could be causing the woman to seem to always be hurting

 

She wished for the pain to go away, to see the woman’s eyes light up

Be happy for the rest of her life, to never be sad again

Let go, let go … let go of your pain, everything’s going to be alright

I wish for only good things to touch your life, the little girl thought

 

Only one wish to go, what in the world could the little girl wish for

She began to wish for never-ending wishes so, she could do miracles

In others’ lives for the rest of her life, she felt a special change

In herself… she became a miracle-worker through the years

 

Until one day, she… herself became very old, feeble

The thought came to her that she’d never wished anything for herself

She only wanted to help others, she never thought of her needs

Just this one time, she’d make a wish for herself

 

I wish, I wish I might… become a little girl again, start over

On the beach, looking for seashells… discover another wish bottle

Buried in the sand, so… that I might start over making dreams come true

The little girl got up from the sand, she was dressed in a blue, white shirt, blue shorts, white sandals

 

She began to run here, there… looking for seashells

Up ahead in the distance, she saw something sticking out of the sand

It was a clear bottle with a cork in the opening

She could see a piece of paper inside, she found a stick to pull it out

 

She read the piece of paper… ‘Little girl, you will have a wonderful life’…

Not only that, you’ll never know any pain, sorrow, grief

Because you just spent a whole life making miracles, dreams come true in others’ lives, never thinking of yourself

Go now, little girl, keep smiling because you will never have to shed a tear

 

Never have to shed a tear for the rest of your life

You’ll never know pain, sorrow or grief… you’ve been a good person

In your life before, usually ‘bad’ things happen to good people

In this one instance… only good things will happen to a good person.. run, embrace your happy life, little girl… it’s time for you