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Saturday, February 20, 2010

I Am NOT A Houseplant!

     My good hubby-buddy says I'm turning into a houseplant.  I don't think I am because I checked my fingers and all my toes and there are no signs of twigs or branches that I can see.  Just because I've only been out of the house perhaps a dozen times in the last seven months doesen't make me a houseplant, ya' know.  Silly Hubby-Buddy.

     So, yesterday, he talked me into going out to the store with him.  It was a little odd when I stepped out into the daylight and was compelled to turn my face toward the sun.  Well, no.  I s'pose that's natural.  However, I'm still trying to figure out why my arms suddenly rose and my hands began reacting much like sunflowers, with the palms following the warmth as if they needed nourishment of whatever it is that the sun offers.  Ah!  Maybe I was just yawning and stretching and didn't notice.  Because I am not turning into a houseplant.  Nosirrrrreeee!  I am not.

     We decided to drive around a little bit and look at some of the houses.  We haven't done this in awhile and I must admit, I do enjoy a relaxing drive.  At one point, as we headed west, we were gifted with the most gorgeous burst of fire in the sky.  It was as if the sun suddenly realized what time of day it was and threw all her beauty out at once in a blast of sunset.

     My body leaped forward, hands resting against the window, palms up.  I craned my neck towards the last moments of light and closed my eyes... almost all the way.  I didn't want to miss the beauty that had been offered, after all, and every part of me stretched to enjoy the warmth of Mother Nature's bounty.  But its not because I'm turning into a houseplant because I'm not.  Turning into a houseplant, I mean.  I'm not a houseplant.

     As we arrived back home, the red-gold beauty in the sky  was just about to fade into the far horizon.  I stepped out of the car and turned toward the west.  I stretched as far as these tired bones would allow.  Then, curiously, I began to relax, my head slowly drooping and arms resting against my sides.

     My good hubby-buddy, having parked the car, walked towards me and asked, "What are you doing?"

     "What?  Oh, nothing," I responded nervously, straightening up and heading into the house.

     "You look like a sunflower at the end of the day."  Hubby-Buddy quipped.

     "No, I don't!  I'm just tired."

     "I knew it!  You really are turning into a houseplant!"  He was beginning to annoy me.

     I hurried inside and found a comfortable place where I could just vegetate.  Now, I ask you, does that sound like I'm turning into a houseplant?  I don't think so.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.



the wild magnolia said...

Love this post...

Amy said...

I think you should be happy you did it and got out.. I love to be home and then I also enjoy my time out. Have a great weekend.

Karen said...

I enjoyed your post, Yaya... what's so bad about being a houseplant? lol As long as someone pots you in front of the computer...

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