Sunday, October 28, 2012

A story told in two voices

It's been 3 1/2 months since I posted here so I thought it timely for another considering it's 6 AM on October 28th. My sweet darlings have been waking up at 5 lately and it's making me exceedingly depressed and ornery, so I thought writing would be a better alternative to being a spiteful mother. I'll probably do both.
Let me tell you a story this morning. Samaya overheard my retelling of this as well, so we'll take turns telling our own versions.

 Me: Years ago (I can't believe I just said that. What am I, 64?) when I was landscaping for the summer, we were working at a long-time customer's home.

Samaya: Once when Mommy was 6 she was land-skating. You know, when you jump and land when you're skating.

Me: The customer decided that it was probably about time to remove a pile of debris that had been on their front porch, mostly consisting of a few years' worth of old Christmas trees.

Samaya: Then she picked up a big Christmas tree. She's really strong.

Me: We removed most of it with shovels. I bent down to pick up the last of it with my gloved hands and picked up a bee's nest as a nice little bonus.

Samaya: There were needles in it and the tree stung her a lot of times. It hurt.

Me: I got stung all over my hand. It hurt.