Random Word Story #29~Humble Pie in your Eye

English: Abraham Lincoln, the sixteenth Presid...

English: Abraham Lincoln, the sixteenth President of the United States. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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wordplay…scrubland…kinswoman…pill…irratatingly

Here’s my story:

It’s a common occurrence  in families. Doctors come from a long line of doctors…teachers seem to be generated within blood lines too. So when Jillian decided to become a water witch she suspected that she was the “fly in the ointment” of her scientific family.

Jillian spent her Thanksgiving reunion in a silent fuddle. Her Dad, the physicist, tipped his head toward her with a raised eyebrow and asked, “So how are those studies going?” He emphasized studies in a way that she was familiar. He could irritatingly infer that she was a kook even when his interest seemed genuine. No one else had been informed of her career choice so the introduction of the subject stung a bit.

She’d spent 6 months in a desert scrubland with no positive results and was beginning to question her skills and whether or not she just might fit the kook label after all. Failure was a hard pill to swallow in her family, especially hard for a deviant from science like herself. She had a dozen successes under her belt. That certainly wasn’t a shabby record. Jillian had stepped in when “scientists” had failed more than once.

Dowsers use divining rods attempting to find water. The practice was ancient and had saved many a farm from dust and despair. Not knowing every reason for a practice certainly cannot preclude it from being scientific. Jillian stiffened her posture.

Dad continued to poke fun, “Jillian, dear, it would be divine if you’d pass the gravy.”

With that, Jillian decided to “come out of her mystic closet”. Dad’s wordplay was getting to her, big time. Suddenly her shame was from hiding her beloved profession.

“So, has everyone heard about my studies? I’m a water witch. A darn good one too!”

Heads lifted. Aunt Barbara condescendingly snickered into her napkin while cousin Frank, the legally blind entomologist, squinted at her through “coke-bottle” glasses. Jillian had always wondered why he didn’t study BIG creatures. What a joke!

Great-grandmother was the only accepting face at the table. She was also the only one who spoke.

“It appears you have a tough crowd to please, Jilly. I’ll bet they don’t know about a fine kinswoman who made her life as a dowser. My great-grandmother worked for Abraham Lincoln himself don’t ya know. She’d be so very proud.”

Every face fell.

Jillian felt redeemed and raised an eyebrow directly at her father.

“Hey Dad, want some humble pie with that gravy?”

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The Mouths of Babes.

If you are not aware of my love affair with watching my granddaughter grow…where have you been?

Katherine is one of the primary reasons for my blog and is therefore pictured at the top. Listening to kids has been my life’s work so when Kat came along, I was ready!

As seasoned as I am, Katherine “blows me away” with her innocent and insightful comments. She has taught me that I,did indeed, find the career best suited for me and that observing kids is never mundane.

My daughter, son-in-law and Katherine spend weekends camping with us. (We have trailers, generator power and DVD players…hardly roughing it.) Katherine and I are privileged to early morning, quiet, one to one times. Her Pepe and parents are not the cheerful.wide awake, risers as we. During our morning chats we pause to listen to and identify birds and discuss just about everything.

Just yesterday, she was sitting with me and watched her Pepe shaving and brushing his hair. She turned to me and said,” Awwwww! That’s so nice!”

“What’s so nice Katherine?”

“He does love you so much that he gets up and makes himself handsome, just for you Grandma.”

I hadn’t thought about his routine, in that way, for years. Thank-you to Katherine who made Pepe and Grandma look at each other with a twinkle in their eyes.

Later the same morning, we all went out to breakfast. Kat sat between her grandparents facing her parents. After the waitress brought our coffees Kat poked me and chuckled. “Look Grandma…Ed made an eddy.”

My daughter asked what was so funny. I explained that Kat saw her Pepe (Edward) stir up a whirlpool in his coffee. “Kat and I know that an eddy is another name for a whirlpool.” We gave each other a high-five as her mother said,  ” I will not let them skip her to first grade.”