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Friday, December 27, 2013

Grandma Was Right


                                     GRANDMA WAS RIGHT

                                             by   Melody Scott


I recently in the mirror and couldn’t figure out when it was I lost my “babe” look.  All my clothes had turned dumpy.  New ones only helped for a little while before they look dumpy too.   The shorter skirt look made my top half and bottom half seem mismatched. 

It had to be the shoes.

I consulted my daughter, who scoffed and said, “Mom, anybody can look like a babe—all you need is five inch platform heels.”

“But I don’t want to look like a hooker!” I said, even knowing fatter does look better when it’s taller.  And I CAN walk in five inch platform heels.  I know because I tried some.  Yuck.

Then I tried an open back wedge style and slid right out of them onto the floor.  I felt like a duck.

I skulked shoe stores until clerks started staring, and I did find some really nice  sandals with low heels.  They had a “nude” look that hinted of babedom.  But it’s autumn now and blue is not my favorite toe color.  I continued the skulk.

Then I saw them—perfectly striped running shoes, sort of sloped downhill, that made me look like I was going fast when I was standing still.

When my grandma was recuperating from having been hit by a car while in a crosswalk at age 81, she very sincerely told the doctor, “I just hate it when I can’t run, I need to be able to run if I want to.”

“Do you run very much?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Only when I want to,” she said, without a smirk on her face.

Not long after my car died and its funeral was over, I had to face replacing it.  I tried a four door silver Dodge, an efficient blue compact, even a couple of SUVs.  I didn’t feel right in them—they all looked like jellybeans. 

Then I saw it—A loaded Mark VIII whose inside looked like a 747 jet  cockpit, and whose engine made me smile.  It looks like it's going fast when it’s standing still.

Grandma was right.  I, too, need to be able to run if I want to.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Books are In.

Two days ago I received my latest shipment of books:  Chattahoochee Dead, $14.00 and Auraria Dead (newly reprinted), $14.00.  I have several copies Christmas wrapped for that last minute stocking stuffer.  Any copy may be autographed and my gift wrap is gold with a Christmas seal--red or gold ribbon, at no additional cost.

I also have some outlets for your convenience, or my books may be purchased from me:  404 702-3742.