Props…..

Tember after being told where to find his clean clothes:

Tember: Props to you mom for folding my clothes and putting them on the shelf.

Me (after staring at him for a moment or two): I do not need any props from you. What I do need is for you to start doing your own laundry……then I will have props for you! 

He was still giggling as he closed the bathroom door.

***Today if finally dawned on me who Tember reminds me of when he does his chortle giggle: Mutley!

Picture of Mutley found on Pinterest

 

Silent Insanity

Tee hee hee
can you hear me?
Scurrying through the walls 
of you mind
hiding behind your heart
bruising your soul……
hear me
see me 
feel me
know me…….
bleak and angry
filled with rage
desirous of death and mayhem
left with only this sick disease.
I do not know how to accompany
reach out
cry for help
so long have I been wrapped
within this white basket cotton
reaching 
grasping
for safety 
which as always is out of reach
unexplained
why a pauper of emotions
such as me
must live within this insanity?
Tee hee hee
can you hear me? 
I walk the halls of your mind
memory
crying tears 
never captured 
a single laugh
ringing in your ears
fear
held in tight embrace
never shall I leave you.
Tee hee hee
can you hear me?
Never will I leave your side.
 
March 18/19
Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay

Math & T.V.

Last night T and me are working on his dreaded math extra work. But it is not so dreaded when it gets down to it. All they have to do is write out the steps to show how they arrive at answer. Same way I learned just longer and time wasting but who am I to argue with the great minds who came up with this ‘new’ math.
However not what this is about.
T did the 2nd question himself and he came slow close. It is when he transfers # over that he is losing something. The pencil he is using has thick lead maybe a finer clicker pencil will help. He did awesome job and even though we forgot some places he felt more confident. He even said ‘mom after this I will bring home more to work on.’ ‘Math?’ ‘Yes math. Hey mom can you teach me to type like you type? I mean I know how to type but it is hard on laptop.’ 
This here is the following reenactment of actual events. Names have not been changed to protect the innocent. No one was harmed in the making of this event. 
I looked over at him a little musically. 
‘Sure. But The keyboard layout is the same as the typewriter I used to teach myself on?’
‘A typewriter?’ T states at me like I have grown two more heads.
‘Um yes a typewriter. I took typing class because it was an easy A elective and as I wanted to be a writer I could not be typing two fingered. So I sat with my book and over the weekend taught myself to type. After that it was fine tuning finger placement.’
I showed him where my fingers were placed. Was told I did not know my finger names. Turns out Pointer Finger is a technical term. Who knew?
‘So mom if you didn’t have computers how did you watch t.v.?’
Well how the hell do I know? I told him there were big round things that bounced signals around.I have no idea what I am talking about so I am making large arm movements to distract him from the jibberish falling from my lips. 
‘And mom if there were no computers how did they make t.v. shows?’
‘They filmed them with a camera. Like today.’
‘But how did it get into your t.v.?’
I could only look at him. I have no idea what to say to him. He hugs me and takes off into his room while I sat there. Bemused and chuckling I am in for the adventure of a lifetime and we are just getting started.
March 7/19

How do I know?

Truth or dare
how do I know you like me?
Question and answer
I am sure you already know
so I smile naively.
Serious though
pensive
cannot figure out
what I see
what I want
when I have no need.
I said adios
to my lovers of the past
telling all
that it would be unfair.
Unfair of me to continue
to reach out
kept in the wings
as if already admitting defeat.
There is one way
that will tell you
exactly how I feel…..
I cleaned my car
vacuumed
dust wiped
all in case
you might see the inside.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 30/18
Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash

Prompt Untitled #3

You strut and you preen

muscles flexed

tight jeans

smiling at all the girls.

Running here and there

loving all the giggles

never realizing

a price will be paid.

Like a peacock

you flaunt your plummege

thinking you are all that

and more.

I smother my laughter

as I watch you dance

because truth be told

you are an ass.

 

 

 

Flirt Stupid

****Picture stolen from Facebook-Ha ha at least there would be no doubt***
I am not looking for a relationship. At all. I think though that I have had men flirt with me. I never know.
I wear a uniform at work. Black pants. White shirt. Black sweater. Green apron. Runners.   So totally unattractive look.   My hair is usually pinned all up although of late I have been gathering just the top back.   And I am paid to talk to people. All day long. I am paid to know my regulars and what is going on in their lives. I am paid to smile. A lot. And talk, did I mention the talk?
My first instance of what may have been a man flirting with me occurred last summer. I was cashiering and this very nice man came through my checkout. Rugged. Tall. Wearing jeans and tee shirt. Baseball cap. We were joking around and laughing. I embarrassed myself by guessing he was older than he was. His response was ‘oh you must like the older men’. I was horrified. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. He told me not to go all red now-which made me blush even harder.
Once he had left and my little heart stopped doing the pitter patter I was told that laughing and joking around was indicative of flirting. Than I looked in the mirror. Black streaks. Across my forehead and cheeks. Newsprint on my hand transferred to my face. I was going to start a new make up trend. I figured the guy probably was laughing at me and well I am a cashier.
The second incident happened a couple weeks ago. Again nice looking guy. Rugged. Etc etc. Read above. With his son. I figured he was married. Working express (15 items or less) does not leave much time for detective work.  We were laughing when ‘that’ parent joke came up. I asked if he would like carry out and he indicated his son saying ‘I brought  my carry out with me.’ I began laughing and told him how my son complained that I treated him like a slave. How he did not remember signing up to be my slave. Of course he did, when I signed his birth certificate. Until 18.
His son rolled  his eyes as dad loaded him up with bags. This time no black streaks. Nothing in my teeth. But he had to be married even if there was no ring. Again, and I can’t emphasize this enough as a cashier I am friendly. I talk to people and laugh with them.
I told K about him. Explained what had gone down. The message I received back was she knew I was flirt dumb. (Much nicer than flirt stupid) Generally if there was laughing, if eye contact was maintained for longer than a 5 second count one was flirting . Again I may have missed the boat.
I would like to reiterate I do not want a relationship but male company every now and than would be nice. You know for the moments when I can’t get the lid off the spaghetti sauce. Or I need my shower head changed. Those things. 😂😂😂😂
Third flirt I believe happened today.
2nd last customer of my shift. Rolls up with a cart load of groceries. Told me I did not have to fly through his order he would come and help me bag. I assured him I did not mind bagging as he is hurrying to pile his groceries on the belt. He comes up and we begin chatting. The cashier from the till behind me was doing the bagging. I mentioned that I was just about off and he teased me that he had seen my face fall when he rolled up with his cart. I insisted I had not.  We joked back and forth and as I got to the end of his order one of our already rubbed chickens came through. Honey Sriracha. I asked how it was, if it was really spicy. He said that his kids loved it and they would not if it was spicy. I made some comment about T.
I am fairly confident that this last one was flirting. I cannot be 100% sure. And given that my job is serving people and talking to them I may come across as just being friendly. Also and here is the big one I am at work!  Next big thing is I live in a city where marriage and committed relationships are the norm. I am the anomyly.
Flirt stupid I am and flirt stupid I will remain. As the saying goes: you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. 🐶🐶   😂😂

Boy Humor

T and me are sitting here watching Mr. Bean and he is chatting away to me about school and the things that happened.

Than he drops these nuggets on me:

‘Hey mom, today the substitute teacher said that we had to work independently. I told him I was already single.’

I could only look at him and shake my head.

‘Hey mom, than he told us we had to work with a partner. I told him I was already hooked up with someone.’

I am a little worried. He was chortling away and I had no words. I could do nothing but stare at him in disbelief.