Twelve Year Humdrum

Here it is! Oh, yippeeee! The long awaited moment has arrived for which my wings often practiced. In spite of a few clips from time-to-time, my wings are in fine working order. Longer, stronger, steadier.

Fly where? Anywhere. Everywhere. Freedom from the twelve year humdrum has finally, at long last, arrived. Whew.

Soaring above my home town is like the coolest thing, ever. I can see the roof tops I climbed as a kid; the old shed out back; and the ever faithful hounds. Gosh, it feels so good to reach out and feel nothing. No restraints. No obstacles. No trash to carry out. No school to get up for in the morning. No more do this and do that. Just air. Sweet, sweet air. Cough.

What's that flying straight toward me? It looks like a funny, triangular thingy. Bam! Umph! "Why don't you watch where your flying that kite, mister?"

It's really quiet here. No cars and trucks riving their motors or babies crying for attention. A nice place. A really nice place. And best of all, it is my perfect place. No one can come on board unless I say so.

I think I'll sweep down on Mr. Jones, the mail carrier. He will be surprised to see me flap my wings.

"Mr. Jones! Hey, Mr. Jones!" I wonder if he really couldn't hear me or was just ignoring me. I'd never be a mail carrier. If I wanted to walk a hundred or so miles a day, I'd become a mom.

Screeeeeech! Geepers that was a low hanging electric wire. I'd call and complain but I can't interrupt my mission.

"Hellloooooo, Mrs. Franklin. Look up, I'm way up here." Heck, she probably thought my shadow was a giant eagle or something.

Wonder where all my friends are and what they're doing. Figured some would be out and about by now. Place looks kind of barren.

I'll drop by the old highschool just for a peek. That nutty 'ole Mr. Wooten is still at it. I don't suppose he will ever figure out that none of his pupils want to hear a word he says.

Aaahaa, there is Sam. "Hi, Sammy. Hi." Well, he just probably couldn't hear over the mumbles of those student zombies.

I'll just mosey on over to the coffee shop and see who is there. Ugh. I don't want to hear Mrs. Frasier say one more word about what she thinks I otta do when I grow up. What does she know, anyway? I've got it all together. This is what I want to do. Nothing. N-o-t-h-i-n-g.

Ho-hum, doing nothing is pretty tiring. I wonder where all the happenings are. What time is it, anyway? Holy smokes, I can't believe it isn't even noon yet.

What's that down there? Oh, a university. I'm not even going to slow down for school zones anymore. I've had it with everyone telling me what to do. I'm just gonna keep flying.

But wait. That looks like Ginny and Joanie. Whoopee, it is! There's Ralph, Waldo, and Taylor. "Hey, guys! Look up. Look up. It's me!" I'll hover a bit and see where they are going to hang. Then maybe I'll join up.

Classes, they all went to classes. "We don't have to do that any more, ya'll. We're smart enough now. Come on, guys. Flap your wings with me," I shout.

Nothingness is a big, colorless, odorless glob. So, that's it? A glob. I can't spend my days in a stupid glob.

A voice hummed "Martha?" I mumbled, "Yeah, what is it?" Mom stopped whistling long enough to say, "This is the final day for late enrollment at the university. Interested?"

My eyes are wide open as I slide from the same bed where my space trip had launched. "Yes, ma'am. I am. How many years does it take to get through the university?" Mom smiled, "Whatever it takes. You'll know when you are done."

"Ginny is on the phone," Mom said as she handed it to me. "Hello, Ginny?" I asked. "Hi, Martha. Are you going to enroll at the university today? I thought I saw you hovering like a cloud yesterday. What ya been up to, anyway?" "Been around, that's all," I mused.

"Martha, ya want to car pool with Joanie and me?" asked Ginny. "Oh, yeah, you bet I do. And Gin, whatever was hovering over your head, well, it couldn't have been me. Anyway, don't say that to anybody else 'cause it sounds really wacko."


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