Sunday, July 08, 2012

I JUST HAD A TERRIBLE FRIGHT!

Sunday July 8, 2012 4:21 pm


This morning I opened my email and a relative of mine had written and said they saw my last blog and was wondering if I was, "Okay?"

The first thing I did was to answer them and tell them I was fine. Then, I opened to read what I had written in case I had completely lost my mind and wrote something I didn't mean to write? I read it through and I guess it was a little dark, but I couldn't imagine it was anything that bad? However, I am glad they were concerned and I thought that sometime later tonight I would try to pick a very cheery subject and bury that earlier blog in my own little ash pile of history. I do that by writing another blog on top of what I had written before and it effectively hides it from view. (You know, sort of like what a cat does in its litter-box as it hides bad things.)

However, after seeing what I just saw I figured I would not wait until tonight to write... I'll do it now, while the scary image is still fresh in my mind. Not that I'll ever forget. I'm much afraid that sight is permanently seared into my brain! If only I can get my still trembling fingers to find the right keys?

"Do you want to see something really scary?" That was a line from a very funny Twilight Zone episode a long time ago. If you have never seen that one you ought to try and find it... it's really good. However, in my own backyard just a few minutes ago I saw something that would rival Aykroid in that particular episode.

Before this day began I had no intention of writing today... after finishing all of my assignments for school this week...I was trying to get ahead for next week. Sometimes, plans change and it started raining outside: so I decided to take a break. (I had something else I wanted to do.)

I went outside (in my backyard) as I sometime do (if it is raining hard enough) to shampoo my hair. Is that odd? Should I have put that in writing? Am I crazy... just asking? lol Well, it wasn't raining hard enough to wash my hair but I thought I could at least get a good close shave in the natural outdoor light.

I came back inside to get my razor and I lathered my face and started outside once again. Then, I passed our little hall closet and I had a brilliant idea. I would get that small mirror I have seen Deb use before and I would set it on our umbrella table... and I figured I could probably get a closer shave that way.

(There is a friend at work and if I go more than three or four days without shaving she will tell me that I am beginning to look a little scruffy? So... I figured I would beat her to the punch and get a close shave before I go back to work tomorrow.)

Anyway, I started shaving and as I was doing it I saw that the mirror had another side to it... now, my face was real close to the glass. I slowly spun it around, and... "YAGGHHH!" Now, I'm not sure if I screamed or not, but if I didn't, it's only testament to my nerves of steel! If you have a mug like mine and you SEE IT MAGNIFIED!!! (MAGNIFIED BY SEVERAL TIMES!) I swear, it's not a pretty sight!!!

I think I'm going to have to watch real close the next time I see Deb using that mirror to see if she is aware it also has a side that magnifies a person's face? I mean, surely, no one in their right mind would look into one of those things on purpose? Such a sight has to be worse than Dante's second circle of Hell!

I guess if one day I am in another room and she is putting on make-up while using that infernal mirror and I hear a terrified scream... then, I'll know: "Yep, she just found out it has another side."

posted by Robin Johnson @ 4:21 PM