Yes, just what you've been waiting for. The next installment of Misery Loves Company. Please enjoy this next installment.
--The editor
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Misery Loves Company Installment 10
Chapter 6 (Continued)
The next morning, when the sun finally made its first appearance in my room, I jumped out of bed full of energy and excitement, got dressed as fast as I could, grabbed my suitcase and ran straight out of the house and down the street to Annette's house. I definitely did not want to be late. And since Disneyland was a long ways away, I knew we would have to get an early start. Annette never told me when to meet her but I knew it was going to have to be early. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even bother waking my parents up and telling them goodbye. I didn't really see much use in it either. I didn't have time to argue any more about Annette being Annette and risking the chance of not being able to go.
My suitcase was heavy so I put it down as soon as I got to the door. I eagerly pushed the doorbell two or three times and waited quite impatiently. I waited for quite some time and no-one came to the door. I started to get worried that I was too late and had been left behind. When no-one came to the door after a few more minutes I began to panic and began to ring the doorbell again. The more I thought about the possibility that she had gone off and left me behind, the more I rang the doorbell. I rang the doorbell over and over again as fast as my little finger could push the button. Finally, the door opened and an older man in a bathrobe looked down at me. He had a sleepy look in his eyes like he had just woke up from a sound nap after a late night. When he spoke, it wasn't friendly. It was actually quite rough. "What the ____ do you want kid.
I had no idea what that one word was but I understood the rest of what he said. Without hesitation I told him who I was and I was there so Annette could take me to Disneyland to be be on the Mickey Mouse Club with her. He then let out a very audible sigh and turned back from the door.
"Annette!" he yelled. "Come here! There's some bright eyed little did here at the door with his bags packed thinking you are going to take hime to Disneyland of all places."
As I was standing there listening to every word her dad said I was even more sure that I was right and Annette was really the Annette and not just another Annette that lived down the street. She was the real deal. I got even more excited. It would only be a few moments before Annette and I would be on our way.
Then Annette came to the door. She was in her bathrobe, too, and looked very sleepy. "Oh Misery, it's you." she said. Then she kneeled down and looked me in the eye. "What are you doing here so early?"
I answered her with just a little bit of dismay. "Don't you remember? I've come to watch the Mickey Mouse Club with you. We've got to go to Disneyland so I can watch it with you; and so I can meet Mickey and Donald and Goofy!"
At first Annette looked perplexed, but then slowly began to laugh a lot the way my mother had the past few days. "No Misery." she exclaimed. "I meant on TV. Here. Today, at my house. You can come back and watch the show with me this afternoon when it comes on, but we've still got all day. Go home and let me get some more sleep, OK?
Suddenly I was crushed. I felt like a big balloon that someone had just let all the air out of and fizzled to the ground after racing through the air. Tears began to form in my eyes as I glared back at her. My hero had let me down. I wasn't going to Disneyland after all. I wasn't going to meet Mickey Mouse or Donal Duck or Goofy. And I still didn't understand how Annette could be here watching the show with me at the same time she was on TV. "How can you be here and on TV at the same time?" I cried.
Annette thought it over for a few moments and began to lagh again. Her dad who was still in the doorway and had been watching the whole thing had a look that changed from annoyed to amused. Then he started to laugh, too. Everyone was laughing except me. Then her dad kneeled down and looked at me and asked me in between laughs if I really thought his daughter was the Annette that was on the Mickey Mouse club. Then he looked over to his daughter and said, "Annette, hoeny, I don't know what you've been telling this kid, but you better straighten him out." He then stood up and walked away, his laughter still heard long after he disappeared from sight.
But after that I didn't need straightened out. I suddenly realized my mother was right. I couldn't beleive what had just happened to me and the fool I had just made myself out to be. I ran straight home. I didn't even bother taking my bag with me. I ran into my house and straight tom my room and dove into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I never wanted to see the world again. By lunchtime, though, I was getting a little hungry and tried to sneak into the kitchen to get something to eat without anyone noticing. But my mom was there. And she was waiting for me with a look of satisfaction.
"Why Misery," she said. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon. How was Disneyland?"
I just galred back at her with boiling anger stuttering trying to think of something to say back. Finally it came out. The only thing I could think of saying. I had heard it a number of times; mostly when my parents were fighting. I said it looking her straight in the eye. "Oh shut up!"
It didn't go over very well. Instead of spending the afternoon at Disneyland meeting Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy, and having the time of my life, I spent it sitting in a cornerwith a bar of Lifeboy clenched in my teeth contemplating my misery, and the company that came with it.
The next morning, when the sun finally made its first appearance in my room, I jumped out of bed full of energy and excitement, got dressed as fast as I could, grabbed my suitcase and ran straight out of the house and down the street to Annette's house. I definitely did not want to be late. And since Disneyland was a long ways away, I knew we would have to get an early start. Annette never told me when to meet her but I knew it was going to have to be early. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even bother waking my parents up and telling them goodbye. I didn't really see much use in it either. I didn't have time to argue any more about Annette being Annette and risking the chance of not being able to go.
My suitcase was heavy so I put it down as soon as I got to the door. I eagerly pushed the doorbell two or three times and waited quite impatiently. I waited for quite some time and no-one came to the door. I started to get worried that I was too late and had been left behind. When no-one came to the door after a few more minutes I began to panic and began to ring the doorbell again. The more I thought about the possibility that she had gone off and left me behind, the more I rang the doorbell. I rang the doorbell over and over again as fast as my little finger could push the button. Finally, the door opened and an older man in a bathrobe looked down at me. He had a sleepy look in his eyes like he had just woke up from a sound nap after a late night. When he spoke, it wasn't friendly. It was actually quite rough. "What the ____ do you want kid.
I had no idea what that one word was but I understood the rest of what he said. Without hesitation I told him who I was and I was there so Annette could take me to Disneyland to be be on the Mickey Mouse Club with her. He then let out a very audible sigh and turned back from the door.
"Annette!" he yelled. "Come here! There's some bright eyed little did here at the door with his bags packed thinking you are going to take hime to Disneyland of all places."
As I was standing there listening to every word her dad said I was even more sure that I was right and Annette was really the Annette and not just another Annette that lived down the street. She was the real deal. I got even more excited. It would only be a few moments before Annette and I would be on our way.
Then Annette came to the door. She was in her bathrobe, too, and looked very sleepy. "Oh Misery, it's you." she said. Then she kneeled down and looked me in the eye. "What are you doing here so early?"
I answered her with just a little bit of dismay. "Don't you remember? I've come to watch the Mickey Mouse Club with you. We've got to go to Disneyland so I can watch it with you; and so I can meet Mickey and Donald and Goofy!"
At first Annette looked perplexed, but then slowly began to laugh a lot the way my mother had the past few days. "No Misery." she exclaimed. "I meant on TV. Here. Today, at my house. You can come back and watch the show with me this afternoon when it comes on, but we've still got all day. Go home and let me get some more sleep, OK?
Suddenly I was crushed. I felt like a big balloon that someone had just let all the air out of and fizzled to the ground after racing through the air. Tears began to form in my eyes as I glared back at her. My hero had let me down. I wasn't going to Disneyland after all. I wasn't going to meet Mickey Mouse or Donal Duck or Goofy. And I still didn't understand how Annette could be here watching the show with me at the same time she was on TV. "How can you be here and on TV at the same time?" I cried.
Annette thought it over for a few moments and began to lagh again. Her dad who was still in the doorway and had been watching the whole thing had a look that changed from annoyed to amused. Then he started to laugh, too. Everyone was laughing except me. Then her dad kneeled down and looked at me and asked me in between laughs if I really thought his daughter was the Annette that was on the Mickey Mouse club. Then he looked over to his daughter and said, "Annette, hoeny, I don't know what you've been telling this kid, but you better straighten him out." He then stood up and walked away, his laughter still heard long after he disappeared from sight.
But after that I didn't need straightened out. I suddenly realized my mother was right. I couldn't beleive what had just happened to me and the fool I had just made myself out to be. I ran straight home. I didn't even bother taking my bag with me. I ran into my house and straight tom my room and dove into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I never wanted to see the world again. By lunchtime, though, I was getting a little hungry and tried to sneak into the kitchen to get something to eat without anyone noticing. But my mom was there. And she was waiting for me with a look of satisfaction.
"Why Misery," she said. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon. How was Disneyland?"
I just galred back at her with boiling anger stuttering trying to think of something to say back. Finally it came out. The only thing I could think of saying. I had heard it a number of times; mostly when my parents were fighting. I said it looking her straight in the eye. "Oh shut up!"
It didn't go over very well. Instead of spending the afternoon at Disneyland meeting Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy, and having the time of my life, I spent it sitting in a cornerwith a bar of Lifeboy clenched in my teeth contemplating my misery, and the company that came with it.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Norman
Yes, it is hard to believe, but I am still here. Today I decided to do a study in compare and contrast Norman the Tortoise. I am posting two pictures here. One was taken shortly after we brought Norman home in December 2002. The other was taken today, January 2
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