Sitting with bare feet

I have actually done cleaning work today, including moving soda pops into the garage from the vestibule and organizing all the sodas in the garage already. Guess who is a soda pop hoarder in our establishment? It’s Alison. I could throw a big, big party with all the soda we have, not to mention the on sale chicken breasts and hot dogs.

Then I got the blower and windswept the garage and the vestibule while Sydney and Shane watched through the little windows. I did laundry and dishes and then I showered and made the potatoes and carrots for a stew.

Then I showered and put on clean clothes and started another wash and  . . . I am not certain I am myself. Then I realized I was sitting here savoring my bare feet and the light from the oil lamp and I knew it was I, AmeliaJake.

However, I have been considering dabbling in multiple personalities. But it might be dangerous, like the fooling around with your heartbeat during intense yoga. I think I will settle for closing my eyes and imagining myself with different traits. Some of them will be a stretch and might make my brain start vibrating. Maybe the vibration would get out of control and Scotty would have to yell, “Cap’n, I canna hold her.”

Come to think of it, it might be fun just to have my family imagine me with various personalities and then watch them fall down laughing.

Maybe AmeliaMotherTeresaJake.