Showing posts with label Empty Nest Syndrome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Empty Nest Syndrome. Show all posts

Monday, June 16, 2014

The Tragic Nursery Rhyme

Hello once again. Yes, I have been off line for a spell. As many of you know, I had a new book that came out, TWISTED: Creepy Tales from a mother's mind, sooner than it was supposed to on Amazon.com.
 
It was to debut in June on the night of the full moon - Friday the 13th, but I soon learned I have no control over publishers and their time schedules. My personal scheduled has been excessively filled to the brim and being a mother I have found that when people say the baby age for children is the easiest - They are SO right. I just recently sent my oldest son out into the world about six states away to experience life in the mid-west. As a city boy, I can say - he's doing better out there every day.  My younger son, will finish his last day of his Junior year in High School today, and then he too, will be heading to the mid-west to spend his summer/several weeks on his grandfathers wheat farm until my husband and I go out and pick him up. So that leaves me and my husband in a new life experience called - Empty Nesters. Something tells me - we'll prevail. (smile). 
 
Now why did I title this blog today "The Tragic Nursery Rhyme", you ask?  All because of a Birthday card my youngest son got for a friend.  This is what it read - enjoy.  Happy Monday Everyone.
 
 
 
 
 
 
"The Tragic Nursery Rhyme"
 
 
 
Jack wasn't nimble,
Jack wasn't quick,
He fell on your cake,
and burned his......
 
 
 
 
corduroys
 

 
 


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

"The Haunted Treeline : The Legend of Mr. Witticker"

 

Good Morning Everybody!  How are you this fine sunny wintery morning in April? I wish I knew what was up with this weather - it's like a great mystery thriller - you never know what is coming next. So in keeping with the crazy weather and the mystery of - "Who keeps stealing spring", I've come up with a story that actually was inspired by my husband while we were at a party with friends. Now remember, as you read this, it is based on true life events, so that I could embellish it and make it twistedly spooky, just like I like it, OK, and I just couldn't help myself. My husband always says to people – “Be careful what you say and do, my wife’s a writer.” Enjoy.
 
 
 

The Haunted Treeline

The Legend of Mr. Witticker

Original Story based on true life events and written by: Stacey L. Bolin

A warm Saturday afternoon early in the month of April steadily descended as the sun slowly began retreating from the sky.  For most of the day the Mercury inside a house thermometer was doing its best to grasp onto the line that said 81 degrees, while the temperatures outside were slipping into something a little cooler. It was days like this that were more than welcome after the horrendous winter that had captured the sleepy little town of Neewollah and continued to linger long after the first day of spring – winter just didn't seem to want to end.

Mindy and Evan Cooper had made most of their day, at a flea market trying to sell the needless things that in years past, they thought they had to have.  They knew that it wasn’t going to reap them the big bucks that everyone thinks their items are worth, but to them having more space in their little house and two and a half car garage, meant more to them than any amount of money.  Mindy, a stay-at-home mother of two and an aspiring novelist had worked all winter going through old boxes stored high in the attic and all the closets that appeared to be bulging at the hinges. Her new look on life and the future that lay ahead for her family, had her instill a new mind set – she could only keep what would fit in the largest sized U-Haul truck when they planned on moving in the fall of 2015 – everything else had to go.

The flea market ended by two o’clock and Mindy had done just what she set out to do – she got rid of it all and was going home with nothing. Evan was ecstatic, as in years past when they had attempted to sell their wares before, they always somehow ended up with what seemed like more than what they had brought in the first place.  It was a great feeling to be on their way before the seventy-five other vendors did their best to get off the grounds before a long line of cars begun to form. Their plans were to go home, watch some movies, take a shower and then go out for the evening. Both of their children had plans to be out of the house, that same night, to hang with friends, and so Mindy and Evan decided to accept an invitation to a "Kicking Spring into Gear" bonfire with new friends they had met a few weeks earlier.

As Mindy finished the final touches to her eye-shadow and lipstick, her mind suddenly plagued her with a question that offered her no answer, but she knew who to ask to get one.  

"Evan, do you think I should bring a coat or a light jacket?" Said Mindy, while on her hands and knees, as she spoke through the upstairs floor vent that was directly over the couch where Evan sat, while watching TV, as he waited for a pair of his dark jeans to finishing drying. She was never good at deciding on things when it came to the right thing to wear. Some days she’d wear too much and be hot, other times she’d be cold and there wouldn’t be a sweat-shirt or jacket to be found. Eventually she learned to keep things like this in her car for those, just-in-case-I-need-it moments.

"You might want to, with the crazy weather lately, you never know." He replied, never taking his eyes off the movie that he was watching. As Mindy came down the stairs about ten minutes later the sound of buzzer on the dryer immediately triggered Evan to shout out, "They're finally done! Waa Whooo! HOT JEANS FOR ME!"

"You’re funny." Mindy said with a smile. "What are we going to do for dinner? We don't really need to be there until 7 o'clock."

"You read my mind," Evan replied with a chuckle to his voice, "I was just thinking the very same thing. What do you think about Subway?"

"Sounds great, babe, I could go for a great tasting sub right about now."

“Then Subway it is. Let’s grab what we need and get-ta going.”

They got themselves together and filled a small Coleman cooler with a six pack of Bud Light packed in plenty of ice, and then headed out the door. It was strange for the both of them to be off alone for an evening out together.  For years it seemed that everywhere they went it was always with their children or their plans would end up being cancelled because they couldn't find a babysitter, but now that both their boys were teenagers and both had a license and their own vehicles – Mindy and Evan had the freedom like they once had when they first married.

As they sat in the Subway eating their sandwiches the sounds of a baseball game being broad casted from a local AM radio station filled the quiet moments when their mouths were filled with food. It was obvious to the employees of the establishment that they enjoyed each other’s company as they talked about the notion that this summer was going to be quite the test, as both of their kids would be out west. Their oldest son had scored an employment opportunity while the youngest was going to be spending time with relatives and this would be his last free summer before graduating high school. Mindy and Evan would get their first crack at being Empty-Nester's. It wasn’t something they feared, but it would shake up the daily routines that they  had followed for the past twenty years. They laughed and joked with one another and clearly lost all track of time until Mindy looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Its 7:16, I think we’re going to be late Evan."

"Oh well, it happens. I'm ready to go if you are?"

"Yep, I'm done. I was having so much fun talking about our summer that I forgot we were supposed to be somewhere." she said in a compassionate voice.

"Me too. With the time change, I'm all messed up when the sun is still in the sky after six at night."

They cleaned their table and pushed in their chairs and headed out to their truck. The air outside was just right, not to hot, not to cold. It couldn't get any more perfect than it was at that very moment.  The entire drive they rode with the windows down and the sunroof open. Mindy loved to let her hand surf the wind just over the backup mirrors. It was something she had loved to do ever since she was a small child.

"You know Evan, this is excellent driving weather. Wanna keep going?" she said jokingly.

"I wish." He said with a big smile, "But we have a party to get to. We'll have plenty of time to do big drives this summer."

"I can't wait." Then she took a deep breathe in, sighed and said, “I love this kind of evening air it's so relaxing, but I'm also glad we are getting out of the house to do something together and I really hope this party is as much fun as the last one.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Evan questioned rather puzzled she’d say such a thing.

“It’s a full moon and if anything is going to go wrong, it would be on a night of a full moon.” She said in her mysterious reader voice and then started to laugh in her best witches cackle.

“You’re a nut” Evan chuckled again.  He clearly loved those witty ways about her, he couldn’t explain them, but he loved them just the same.

“Evan, do you think they know the story about Mr. Witticker?” a chill raced up her back. Just saying the name still haunted her and the memories of what she was told when she was a young child.

Evan shook his head in disbelief that Mindy would go as far as bringing up such a horrific story that still has never been proven. “For their sake, I hope not,” he said rather tensely, “Let’s just have a good time and not make this a ghost story telling bonfire. Can you promise me that much?”

“I guess so, but they live so close to where it all happened…”

(To be continued…April 17, 2015)

 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

I Was Lost but Now I'm Found

 
I Was Lost but Now I'm Found
By: Stacey L. Bolin

Hello again, to all my follow readers and new readers just joining us. First off, I must extend my sincerest apologies for my inability to keep up with my writing over the past three months, but as I walk around my home, I have been completely lost for words. I have been dealing with the sounds of the past in my head of the pitter patter of little feet and innocent voices asking me for a drink of water, to play, or take the peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of the VCR. I'm breathless as my heart longs for those days that now only live through pictures and memories. My ability to fight the tears that find me daily - has become a losing battle, yet somewhere inside me I know that crying and reliving the past is not going to change anything – and that ol' clock of time will keep ticking whether my watch has a battery or not. It was today, as the morning sun shone brightly through my office window while I sat in front of my computer, that I realized that when my days around my home were quiet and lonely - it was my ability to compose words into stories that brought me great joy in the time alone until my family came home at the end of the day. And so, I’ve decided to do what I do best when I need to touch my life with the comforts of words – write.

 

I'd like to think I am a strong person, bounce back kind of woman that can hold in and hide what hurts me - deep within to conceal it from the rest of the world. I'm wrong to think that as I transition into another life change that I'm not dealing with as best as I thought I could. When we think of change, we think of moving, seasons, new jobs, health and so much more. My change is my life as a mother and watching my babies that are testing out their new wings and the future that is rolling out before them. It hurts my heart and it rattles my soul as I wonder silently in my mind, “Where did the time go?” I miss my babies; I miss their sweet smell, their first steps, their first tooth, and their first birthdays - their little hands in mine as they grew through the years. For some reason I never allowed myself to see past my denial that they would grow up and one day be out on their own - once again that naïve side of me strikes again.

 

It all started with the graduation of my first born in 2013 and then both of my sons getting their license that very same year. I knew it then, this life was only going to get harder as my needs continue to grow for constant reassurance, I'd be ok and that they’d be ok. I know that emotionally I will get through the endless notion - my babies will one day move out into this great big world and that they will need me in different ways. But for now, I fear the days of an empty nest and trying to find my purpose as sporadic thoughts rush in and out of my mind, some of which make no sense to me and show up at the strangest time. Taking the trash out, I’m suddenly wondering - Will my husband still love this woman that is growing old as we watch the children we created - spread their wings and fly? While doing laundry I find myself always thinking - Will I figure out how to make meals for two and not have an abundant amount of left overs? Will my children call me to tell me about their day? Ok, I'm being ridiculous I don't worry about those things all the time yet it feels like it, but the one thing that waves hello to my thoughts daily and I have no idea why – the idea of being abandoned and not wanted, but I also believe this is the trickery that the brain can play and what it really boils down to is my own insecurities and - Will I still be needed.

 

I've had so many ladies share with me that they had felt the same way when their children had one foot out the door. That they had been so used to making most of  the decisions, day in and day out. Then while providing for the families in their homes for so long, that when their kids were on their own and the house was quite until their husbands came home, they forgot who they were and how to just be in the now and move forward. They also shared that they found ways to find themselves that extended beyond employment – they explored a hobby, a passion, joined an art class, something that would be just for them. Immediately I knew what I had to do. So as I battled the realization that this nest would soon be empty, I began to work tediously compiling my written works – which is not easy when it comes time to submit materials to a publisher. As you may had seen, on my blog, a few weeks past about a book of short stories that I wrote entitled “Twisted” – well I just learned that it will be out on Amazon in May of this year. My hopes – agents out there see that I harbor multiple talents and that my new found time in my days brings me opportunities that will benefit the movie makers of today and in the future and also benefits my family as we step into each tomorrow that life grants us.

The memories of my days as a stay at home mother will always be cherish, as I feel the empowerment of knowing I was told that would I never be able to have children – and I had two, and the doctors that said that my cancer would never be cured – here I am 20 years later. And the greatest feeling is that one day my husband and I will hear the sounds of the past living in the future through our grandchildren and the pitter patter of their little feet and their innocent voices asking us for a drink of water, to play, but as for the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in a VCR – hum, guess I’ll have to wait and see on that one. Maybe we’ll keep our VCR for just that one special occasion. And on that note, it’s time I get back to my newest in novels that I am composing, but I see my days as a writer on my blog being just what the doctor ordered and to get started immediately.  (BIG SMILE)

Happy Thursday Everyone and if I haven’t said it in a while – thanks for supporting me by reading my blog and buying my books – means the world to me.
 
Today's music choice to me is not seen as an association to any one religion or death, I see this as life ever changing and the power that music can have to inspire new great thought and ideas.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GD-5mRyaJw   - Andre Rieu - Amazing Grace