“Just you wait – you’ll see!”

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It is nearly five years since my mom has been gone, yet her various “momisms” still ring true, and, I am often reminded of them. I define her “momisms” as those voice-of-experience pearls of wisdom, dispensed in small doses, as well as predictions doled out about me for long after she was gone. I heard these “momism” alot while I was growing up, and, only now that I am older, can fully appreciate them.

As I was curled up in bed this morning, I was reminded of one such “momism” … “just you wait – you’ll see”, which generally went hand in hand with prophesizing about getting older and what would happen.

My walk was cut short by drizzle yesterday, and, though we didn’t get the predicted storm, (which was A-OK with me), the collective weather folks’ forecast was for a soggy start to our Saturday. I’ve been really busy with work since Labor Day and last night I nodded off while proofreading something on the screen … luckily my forehead did not land on the home keys. I shut down the computer and marched off to bed. I figured I’d sleep in and skip the walk this morning. The luxury of not pulling the alarm on the clock felt so good, and, even though there were other things I most certainly could have accomplished besides walking, I figured sleep took precedence over all of them.

But, this morning, bright and early, I awoke at my usual time. I pulled the alarm clock up close so I could see the time, since I’m blind as a bat without my glasses. Grrrr – 5:00 a.m.! Well, I put the clock back, punched my pillow, rolled over and snuggled down to return to sleep. But sleep eluded me. I tossed. I turned. But, defiantly I refused to get up and stayed in my fetal position, tucked under the warm blankets. Finally, I succumbed, and in a sluggish manner, trudged out to the kitchen to make coffee, breakfast and begin my day. I didn’t walk since I had heard the soft pitter patter of rain on the patio roof recently, and, besides … it looked gloomy out.

As I nursed my second cup of coffee while sittin’ in my jammies, I remembered my grandmother, who worked in downtown Toronto until well past her 65th year, often bemoaning that she still continued to rise at 5:00 a.m. long past her retirement. As a young girl, her statements seemed just incredulous to me. My mom, also succumbed to a similar fate, having gotten up dutifully with my father every day during his working years. I said “that will never happen to me because I’ll always be tired and be able to sleep in” … she said “just you wait – you’ll see”, which was followed by her standard tagline of “I probably won’t be around but …” and the phrase was repeated.

So, on this sopping-wet Saturday, which will find most people similarly getting a sluggish start, and then hunkering down inside where it is warm and dry, I had to share this picture of an extraordinarily large slug that I saw on my walk the other day. It is the likes of him (or her) that makes those iridescent, glistening trails on the cement sidewalks and driveways that you see when the sun glints down at just the right angle. The picture of it would be rather unremarkable, except that its head and antennae in the shadow makes it look a little like an alien creature. Well ‘tis the season for creepin’ you out with critters, large or small, rain or shine.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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