Mile High Mud Pie and Me

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Have you ever had a moment that you just felt your world was hurling upside down at earth shattering speed? I've had lots of them। Maybe not "lots". Maybe just a quality of such moments that supersedes quantity. I think many of us are in a similar state these days. And if you're not one of us then maybe you're just missing the party. Afterall, life seems to be more radiantly lived in the drowning, falling, sucking moments of enraged gravity. More so than in the mellow, bright snippets of assumed bliss.


Without ranting details - because without the perspective of more time it will come out of me more like a sob story that a victorious life adventure. I prefer victorious life adventures. But alas, I have been silent too long and must divulge some things to the curious among us.

Leaving our life in California was a financial and practical necessity. In case you haven't heard, the state is broke, possibly beyond repair. The economy is the one thing less stable than the earth in California. Tennessee was a regrettable mistake. Details at this point though would involve a long string of senseless curse words. Suffice it to say, it's a lovely place to visit. Living there sucks! So now I'm in Dallas - living among friends and bit by bit piecing back together the bits of a formerly fabulously lived life. If you happen by the Applebee's Restaurant at Stonebriar Mall in Frisco, stop in and ask for my section. I'm very happily waiting tables there for the time being.

Sometimes we need to return to our roots. Often times we have no idea why. When I was a little girl my grandmother used to take me to "The Twin Cronnie Drive Inn" in her home town where old fashioned carhops in roller skates would bring me unheard of ice cream drinks and onion rings served on trays that hung from her car window. It was my dream job!!! And when I was 15 I went straight there and signed on for a job. They had a chain of command and you had to work your way up to being a car hop starting at the back door and washing dishes.

I was promptly fired up the ladder day by day. The first day I washed dishes they had to rewash every one of them the following morning. Fired to onion slicer. My mother called and threatened to sue them if I sliced a finger off. Fired into promotion before I ever started that job. All the way up the ladder to fry cook where I, being vegetarian, served 22 blood raw hamburgers to a construction crew. Fired up to soda jerk. I was actually really good at that but by then a car hop didn't show up for her shift one day and I was "IN"! Happiest kid in town. It was my high school job and I absolutely, utterly LOVED it!

From there I went, briefly, to a mexican food restaurant with less success. The hot, melted cheese on the plates got in the way of my big 80's hair. Cheese just wasn't a good look for me.


Then came the art thing, and well, I took a break from waiting tables for quite a while. My last waitressing job was also at an Applebee's in Omaha, NE which ultimately led me to the restaurant I am currently working in. Then came the knit thing and my other incarnation as a full charge bookkeeper.Then gawd aweful Tennessee and now, Applebee's again at Stonebriar Mall - Dallas (Frisco), TX।

I am an exceptionally qualified, very experienced, Full Charge Bookkeeper just like I am one heck of a Sexy Turkey Hat designer। I'm a crazy good waitress too। & right now that's the best thing.

So, about Tennessee। My skin didn't turn blue or silver। that's an upside! I no longer have a wandering tampon lodged up my hoo ha। Also an upside. We lost everything। the paintings. the knitting। the patterns। Our clothes। everything. everything।

And on the upside of things। my best friend from grade school, Robin,

and her husband and son, opened their home to me and my kitties - Corn Bread


and

Apple Jack.
When We left California, on that Greyhound bus with Our four suitcases full of crafts to sell। We had narrowed Our lives down to eight boxes of "I can't bear to part with this - it's the history of me" items। Proof I ever existed। Proof my life ever counted। We lost all of that। and that really sucks। Not just that it was lost। But the way in which it was lost। I have often said this, and it might make your skin crawl but I'll say it any way, if it's true that God is letting everyone in Heaven - I don't wanto go। There are some people with whom life on earth has been too much। He can let them in if he chooses but eternity is too much to ask of me. and yet, I am always the calm in my own storm। I know that I must look forward toward the open window ahead of me। and So I do। And bit by bit things fall into some semblance of place - wherever And however that may be.

And then it's ironic how things do come back in your life। And somehow, some way, they do find their way back। And the life And living goes on.

Do stop by for a Mile High Mud Pie the next time you're in town & say hello। Or

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