MY FIRST TIME
“D” day arrived. October 27th to be precise. I would finally get to do it today!! Anxiety, hope, trepidation, doubts all played hide and seek in my heart like so many rats scurrying on a polished wood floor, making clicking noises that set teeth on edge .
I had heard about it, I had read about it and I had seen pictures of it. I had never anticipated that the day would come when I would actually be a part of it. Shivers of anticipation raced down my spine at the thought that I would actually get to do it for the first time in my life.
What would the experience be like? Would it be messy like I had heard it could be? Would it hurt? Did you have to learn different techniques before you could actually do it? If it were so, was I going to be really inept at it? Did anyone know of any good books that actually told you how to do it right? Or would the omnipresent internet be a better guide?
The instruments were all laid out on the brown paper covered table. “C” was taking me through the various steps. “D” had gone to his parents home in another state, or we would have had expert comments from him too. The whole experience was interspersed with calls from “D”. “C” was giving “D” a running commentary on what I was doing. “Yeah, she has finally got the top off.” “No, “D” it is not that kind of weekend.” And “Yes, “D” you are missing out on all the fun.” “C” went around telling everyone who would listen, that she had never seen anyone get this excited about it all. And I thought to myself, what the heck, I was only going to get to do it once in my life. So what was wrong with getting all excited???
End result of all the effort. Two beautifully carved pumpkins on our doorstep. Of course “C’’s looks much more intricate than mine. But my first carved pumpkin looks really good even if I do say so myself!!!!
I had heard about it, I had read about it and I had seen pictures of it. I had never anticipated that the day would come when I would actually be a part of it. Shivers of anticipation raced down my spine at the thought that I would actually get to do it for the first time in my life.
What would the experience be like? Would it be messy like I had heard it could be? Would it hurt? Did you have to learn different techniques before you could actually do it? If it were so, was I going to be really inept at it? Did anyone know of any good books that actually told you how to do it right? Or would the omnipresent internet be a better guide?
The instruments were all laid out on the brown paper covered table. “C” was taking me through the various steps. “D” had gone to his parents home in another state, or we would have had expert comments from him too. The whole experience was interspersed with calls from “D”. “C” was giving “D” a running commentary on what I was doing. “Yeah, she has finally got the top off.” “No, “D” it is not that kind of weekend.” And “Yes, “D” you are missing out on all the fun.” “C” went around telling everyone who would listen, that she had never seen anyone get this excited about it all. And I thought to myself, what the heck, I was only going to get to do it once in my life. So what was wrong with getting all excited???
End result of all the effort. Two beautifully carved pumpkins on our doorstep. Of course “C’’s looks much more intricate than mine. But my first carved pumpkin looks really good even if I do say so myself!!!!
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"deliciously wicked" ...
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