Thwarted By A Monster in My Sewing Room
Today was going to be the day that I went to my studio, turned on some nice music, and embroidered, quilted, and ironed to my heart’s content. I entered the room, with high hopes and good intentions, but after turning on all the lights, I was dive-bombed by this swooping “thang.” Is it a bat? Is it a bird? Why, no! It is a most huge flying, biting insect (bee, wasp, killer bee?) that I have ever seen.
I was attempting to turn out the lights and did not succeed in shutting off the one on the other side of the room, for fear of being landed on. I slowly backed up, step by step, no sudden motions to attract this creature, and I closed the door.
One can only hope that the monster will wear itself out and fall to its death in exhaustion. That would be the best case scenario. I don’t want to spray any bug spray in that room, as I don’t want to smell it, and I wouldn’t want it getting on any textiles. If I have a fly swatter, I wouldn’t know where it is, and so I wait.
Isn’t this just life? You think you’ll go to the park and enjoy a picnic under a tall shade tree, and it rains. Same idea. Somehow, our best laid plans never seem to work out quite the way that we desire.
The way I described this flying beast to Jim, on the phone, he is about ready to come home and get out the shotgun. He said, “How BIG is this thing anyhow?”
Perhaps, it will not look so formidable when he sees it (with any luck). I just hope we 1) can find this intruder, and 2) that he’s gone to beast heaven, in the meantime.
This is the story of my life, such high drama, such roadblocks on the path to creativity. Looks like an afternoon of reading is ahead.
Patricia Cummings
