Hmmm……..where shall I begin? Pardon me while I ponder whether I’m ready to admit my recent behavior. Okay…here goes…I’m ready to confess about my unusual second gut response (my first response made complete sense) following the recent earthquake fiasco. I was upstairs in my house when I felt the first tremor. I paused briefly, but I decided that it was construction going on down the road. However, upon feeling the second shake, I began to sense that something a little more bizarre was amiss…awry…askew…cockeyed…out of kilter…(you know what I mean…there aren’t enough words to describe it!) I was definitely surmising that the shiverin’ and shakin’ was being generated by an obvious earthquake.
Being a mom of two sons who have flown the coop and subsist independently in other towns, my first gut reaction was to grab my cell phone as I headed down the steps to possible safety?? (not!) My greatest desire was to be able to be in touch with them to make certain they were okay. My oldest son has a wonderful wife and two precious, little girls which added to the need to snatch up my phone even more fiercely. Soooo….the bottom line is that I am pleased that my first thought was of the welfare of my family!
Because …..shortly, thereafter, my second gut reaction was mind-boggling and perplexing. Are you ready for this??…this is hard to say…here goes…I was half way down the steps when I impulsively turned around and headed back up the steps with a wild gait. These strides were because I knew that there was something that I would need to have with me…just in case I was buried in rubble?? I went in the bathroom and grabbed my……………don’t know if I can say this….here goes…I grabbed my…my…hard to say this…here goes…my LIPSTICK!!!????????
To this day, I continue to ponder my reaction. It has caused me to experience my own personal aftershocks. Sooo….the bottomline is …the real earthquake aftershock for me came in the realization that while the world was rockin’ and rollin,’ I had actually rationalized in one split rumbling second that if I were pulled out of rubble 48 hours later, I wanted my lips to be moist!? In my defense, I will have to say that it was not rooted in a vanity sanity issue, but just a daily (or moment to moment) desire/need/yearning/craving/wish/longing/aspiration to ALWAYS have moist lips!! (It just feels better, right? right?) Okay…can anyone top that? I’m all ears and moist lips????