when i was a kid, mom would rouse me in the morning with, “time-a get up!” and then she’d get in the shower and i’d think that i didn’t need to get up because the first thing i had to do was go to the bathroom and i couldn’t cuz she was in there.
then her shower ended and she’d blow-dry her hair while i dozed in the bedroom across from the bathroom, wishing for just 20 more minutes of sleep, with the hair dryer noise helping my brain stay comatose.
well, we have an adjusted housekeeping crew at work now, and they have this battery powered carpet cleaner vacuum that sounds exactly like mom’s hair dryer and, every day when they come around, it gives me a fuzzy feeling in my stomach and transports me to being 8 or 9, laying in bed wishing it was saturday (at which time i would have been up at 6 to watch mr. wizard!).
the brain is a strange.
From the legacy archive