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The Adventures of Laura

Although I am a newbie blogger, I have been writing the Adventures of Laura for several years now. I thought I’d pull one out of the archives and share. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

The following is based on actual events. Names have been omitted to protect the innocent and some embellishments added for entertainment purposes.

The Adventures of Laura:

Around 9:45ish last night I ran to my pharmacy to pick up my antibiotic and ear drops as well as some essentials. I go to the pharmacy and it takes forever for someone to wait on me. All these women (five of them-count them 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-women-bwa ah ah) are there and I was not sure why but every last one of them looked like they were ready to jump from a bridge.

I changed my insurance so I had to wait for the pharmacist to update my information and rerun the costs of my prescriptions. I take a seat and then I hear a woman say to her husband, “they lost my insurance card.” OH! Okay, the “I want to jump from a bridge” look-got it.

Next!!! A woman comes in to get a prescription and the pharmacist tells her that she has to contact the doctor at the ER, as the med prescribed could kill if mixed with another medication that she is on. Well, lovely. Have a seat next to me sister!

This was entertainment! I ran to aisle 3 and grabbed a popcorn, then I ran to aisle 1 and grabbed a cold Diet Coke. Ran back to the pharmacy, took a seat and watched the rest of the drama unfold.

In the meantime, people are funneling in and standing in line waiting for someone to at least acknowledge them. Waiting, waiting, ladies still looking like they want to jump off of a bridge. Customers looking like they want to throw these ladies off of the bridge. Mind you it only took them 10 minutes to get my prescriptions ready and call my name but I had to wait as every last one of them were on the phone or looking for the lost insurance card.

One of the pharmacists finally makes her way to the counter and asks if she can help someone. The young man that had not been waited on or even spoken to steps up and begins to speak and is cut off by the husband of the lady whose card was lost. He rips into her about the lost insurance card. She tried to be nice but he was not having any of it. He storms off with his wife in tow and bad-mouthing her the entire time.

This poor lady. She is so upset by all this and on the verge of tears, she takes off her pharmacist’s jacket and walks off. JUMPER! JUMPER!

Meanwhile John Doe, is still standing there after 15 minutes and he was on the cusp of being waited on and then DENIED! So sorry. In the meantime another man comes in and sees all of this and instead of standing in line, just takes a seat. I handed him my popcorn.

The verbally abused pharmacist emerges unscathed-she did not jump off of the bridge. Whew! False alarm. The young man in line finally gets waited on. The lady who was about to purchase a medication that could kill if mixed with another medication is waited on but first informed that the ER had given her a dose of this medication while in the ER. WARNING! WARNING! She is then given symptoms to look for incase there is a reaction between the two medications. Really?! What to look for-how about not breathing?!

I was finally able to get my scripts and the timing was perfect as I was fresh out of popcorn and getting tired and ready to go home or jump off of that bridge my damn self!

I checked the paper this morning, I don’t believe any of them jumped off of that bridge. I’m gonna use the drive-thru from now on.

Trading Places

I remember thinking my parents were so square when I was a kid. I thought my Mom was overprotective and my Dad clueless. I mean seriously, what could they know about anything? They were ignorant. Ha! I do believe I had that backwards.

My Mom had little gems of wisdom for every situation. Some I thought were amusing and others seemed more like harping to me. I vowed that I would never utter some of the wisdoms spewed by my Mom. Never!

It’s funny how things change. You grow up and become a parent. There was no way you could have ever known that you could love another human being as much as you love your child. There’s nothing like that love in this world. As your child grows they begin to venture out on their own. In little ways at first. Their first steps-you worry about the surroundings as you don’t want them to hurt themselves. Their first day of school-knowing they are going to hate it. You know they will have the hardest time leaving your side. It’s more likely that it was you that had separation anxiety. I know I did. Their injuries-doing something you warned them not to do. Their first heartache. How your heart hurt for them. The first time they drove a car. That imaginary brake and steering wheel that your Mom always used flashed before you. Don’t lie.

Yes everything changes. You find yourself doing everything you can to protect your child. There are some things that you have to let them learn on their own but there are other instances where you had to intervene. That’s when it happens. You utter the words that you swore you never would. But you don’t cringe when you hear them as you did when you were a kid. No, you understand now exactly what your parents were saying. You understand it perfectly.

I don’t know about you but I remember calling my Mom and apologizing. She wasn’t stupid or ignorant. She knew what she was talking about because she had lived and learned these lessons herself. She wasn’t psychic when she warned you about certain people and boom it always came to pass. No she wasn’t psychic, she was wise. She could see what you couldn’t at that time. It’s wisdom that we are not born with but comes to us through experience.

So here’s one my Mom uttered regularly:

“How did someone as dumb as me have such brilliant children?” I too have uttered these very words. Thanks Mom! My heartfelt apologies once more.

Here’s to all the little gems of wisdom!

The Correlation between Music and Poetry

A taste of – If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

“I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”

Beautiful, right? If you didn’t know any better, you might assume that it was song lyrics. I am sure that many lyricists have drawn inspiration from poetry.

Discovering the inspiration or the muse for a lyricist or a poet is fascinating to me. I love discovering the story behind the creation of a great song. Not that it really matters as a song or a poem is defined by the listener or the reader. We make it what we want it to be. What it is to one may not be what it is to another and that is beautiful. We make these pieces our own.

Poetry like music can move you, provoke images, transport you, evoke memories and leave you wanting more. Songs and poetry have a flow, a rhythm. Can you feel music? Yes!!! Instrumentals can tell a story, provoke a certain feeling. Can you feel the sadness in some instrumentals or instrumental solos? Of course you can.

Then you have the really great songs. The ones that both the music and the lyrics speak to you. The ones that give you goosebumps. But what if you take away the music? Leave just the lyrics. A capella if you will. Right there! That’s poetry.

Hmm, maybe there is no correlation. Maybe music and poetry are actually…one in the same.