My Weird Life: Floor Smiley.

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This innocent-looking knothole once got me in a heap big mess of trouble, if just for a minute.

My mom and stepdad recently moved to a new and smaller home, so I am glad I have a pic of this. This knothole resided beneath the kitchen table in their previous home, pretty close to where my mother’s seat was. When Mother first noticed it in the hardwood floor, all hell broke loose.

She was younger and fitter then, and she came tearing into my room and told me to get into the kitchen NOW. Having a healthy respect for parental authority, I obliged, albeit a bit hurriedly. Once we reached the kitchen table, she grabbed my arm and pointed to the floor.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” I heard in my ear, which made it ring.
“What? What? What did I do?” I asked, racking my brain to try to think of any befoulment of the floor I might have committed. I came up with nothing.
“You drew on the floor!!”
Scanning the floor below, I could only shake my head and say,”I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t draw on the floor!” (did she really think I, a college student, was capable of such idiocy?)
She thought I had drawn a smiley face on the floor. When she got down on her knees and inspected it, she realized that it was a knothole and she did apologize.

It became one for the books, an often-told bit of hilarity we remember to this day. The Floor Smiley isn’t the most pleasant smile in the world. It’s almost evil, a little mocking. But still, once you knew it was there, you couldn’t ever not notice it. To really see it you have to see it from far away.

I wonder if the home’s new occupants will ever notice it.

 

 

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Vintage Pic: I Survived the Fourth!

I forgot to post this for the day AFTER the Fourth of July. A great vintage pic! Probably ’91 or ’92.
We got these t-shirts(“I Survived the Fourth of July at Stone Mountain Park”, with firecrackers sticking out of you) for surviving the Fourth at Stone Mountain Park. When I worked there–and probably this still holds true—our boss said “Do not try to leave the park today. Do not even try to leave your parking space, unless of course you have an emergency. Because you will never get back in.” Stone Mountain Park is a massive, massive destination on the Fourth for Atlanta Metro Area citizens, and it is a complete MADHOUSE.
To avoid the problems of having to go get lunch, our boss also had a cookout for us. That was great. Good times, good times.
The snake I am holding is King Henry, our wild-caught king snake who was so patient with visitors wanting to touch him during demonstrations and anyone needing to pick him up to clean out his exhibit. He was a really great little guy.

 

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