Sunday, October 18, 2015

Day 284 The Little Woman

Oct. 19, 2015
Day 284

One day a little woman fell off the turnip truck. She did not know where she landed she just knew it hurt. Suddenly, it seemed, she was surrounded by six others. Some of them were big, some of them were small but all of them were unusual. She did not choose these others, they were given to her in such an unusual way. We won't go into detail. But she had to call them her family. It's just the way it was. And they stayed with her for a very long time.

These six constantly reminded her about the
turnip truck. Every time she made no sense to them they brought it up.
And this made no sense to her. She knew she thought in complete sentences.
She knew she spoke their same language, but to no avail. They raised their brows at her. All the time. Life.

The little woman wanted to organize her six others, might as well.  She thought she would give them something to do, tasks. A cat herder had better success than she. But she continued to try. She would call meetings. They would always follow the same pattern. She would talk, their brows would raise, she would stop, and they would leave. Not much was accomplished.

The six secretly plotted. They knew she would never figure out their plan. The fall had made an impact. Unfortunate for her and, now, fortunate for them. They waited for the perfect time.

One night the little woman called a meeting. She wanted the others to be aware. That's all. Aware. Again, this made no sense to them. She noted their raised brows. Concern grew steadily within her. Why were they looking at her like that? For she knew she thought in complete sentences. She knew she spoke their same language, but again it was to no avail.

They looked each other in the eye, time to execute the plan. They asked her to repeat herself. She was confused. Repeat myself? She could hardly believe they wanted her to repeat herself. She had to ask, "Why?" They told her it was because they wanted to be aware of what she wanted them to be aware of? Wow. Their curiosity delighted her. She was overwhelmed with their interest. So much so that when she tried to remember what she wanted them to be aware of, she couldn't remember. She became confused.

Their plan worked. She was befuddled. The little woman who had fallen from the turnip truck was easily distracted. They could lead her to confusion with a snap of their fingers. This plan would be played out again and again. The little woman would never know for she had been fooled. She was still trying to remember what she wanted them to be aware of.

The moral of the story - if you have fallen off of a turnip truck and you find yourself surrounded by others who do not understand you, do not fret. They probably never will, but they will always find something with which to occupy your mind. All is well.


5 comments:

  1. Lol...you are my favorite turnip truck dropped lady...we might be cousins

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    1. Especially since it took me so long to determine who "An Ordinary Woman" was......

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    2. I started this along time ago and it logged me in as this so did not try to reconfigure to Daley life

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  2. Laughing and crying to this....
    Good stuff !

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