Slippery Journal Entries

2 creative works found

• Ouch...... that hurt
  by Sharon Perrett

  Hi Bubblers, / I am struggling to sit at the computer and work on my photos today. I decided at 1-30am this morning to go downstairs and …

  Hi Bubblers, / I am struggling to sit at the computer and work on my photos today. I decided at 1-30am this morning to go downstairs and get myself a coffee. I took my cup with me, it still had the dregs from earlier. I got to the bottom of the stairs put one foot on the laminated floor and it was slippery, next thing I crashed to the floor my back hit the bottom step very hard catching me between the shoulders and winding me. I lay in a crumpled heap for a while covered in the coffee dregs. The cup was not broken LOL, my son came dashing down to help me up. I am relived to say I don’t appear to have broken anything but my back really hurts between my shoulders, think I’m gonna have a big bruise and my coccyx feels really sore. Apart from that I’m ok. Discovered it was my own fault when I cleaned up yesterday and washed the floor over I used the wrong clening stuff and it made the floor slippery. I have since washed it again with plain hot water. Anyway I have done a few more photos so will upload them in a while. Have a great evening Bubblers Sharon xxx

• Slippery
  by Karirose

  Slippery can conjure various images-tires sliding across ice, a fish that is not happy to be caught. Or even an infant being given a bath…

  Slippery can conjure various images-tires sliding across ice, a fish that is not happy to be caught. Or even an infant being given a bath. The little tyke screams and throws his legs out. His arms wave in an effort to express how very much he dislikes being placed in a container of water. Even though the soap is applied by loving hands, the child continues to kick and thrash about. Now, not only is the baby slick with water, he is slippery with soap and so much more difficult to hold on to. The loving hands that bathe the baby grasp the little arms and notice how easily they slip through the fingers. The head must be held up so the baby’s face doesn’t go under water and in order to clean the baby’s back, the baby must be held in one arm on his stomach—a precarious position at best. The little folds in the child’s skin must be rid of baby dirt even though the child is still expressing his distaste of the entire situation. The loving hands that are tending to this child are gentle and careful and very much aware of how difficult it is to hold on to the unhappy child and how potential danger lurks in this seemingly mundane task. The bath takes less than 5 minutes. But a slippery, unhappy baby is to be handled with extreme care. A far less dramatic a description of slippery can be found with a bar of soap in the shower handled by soapy hands. Most of the time the soap is under control, but once in a while the soap escapes and jumps to the shower floor. The bather must then reach down and try to grasp the escapee. Sometimes, more than one attempt is necessary as the soap slides from the grasp and finds its way to another corner of the shower floor. A more imaginative example of slippery is a water balloon. But not just any water balloon filled with water—a long, wet water balloon filled three quarters of the way and covered with soap. For a moment the holder may have a secure grasp on the balloon, but as soon as the holder breathes, the water in the balloon adjusts causing the balloon to flail. The soapy hands try to grasp the balloon even tighter but that only causes more problems. The balloon wiggles, the hands grab. The balloon quickly slips from the holder’s grip. The holder tries again to hold on to the unwilling toy. The frantic dance lasts only seconds- balloon wiggle, hands grasp, wiggle, grasp, wiggle, grasp until finally the balloon wins and frees itself from the holder’s hands. Although winning may not be the right word since when the balloon falls to freedom it breaks on impact with the ground. This final description is the best one to use for what I have in mind. Actually, what goes on in my mind. On occasion. That’s when things get scary. Usually, I have a modicum of control over my mind. Yes, it gets unruly and wanders. I find it off topic and not listening too often. It misbehaves by thinking bad words or wishing ill on some situation. It likes to ponder meanings of words and grammatical issues. It berates me when I’m not perfect. Once in a while it even commends me when I do something it approves of. However, I can rope it in from it’s wanderings or tell it to hush up when it is thinking too loudly or too much. I can remind it that perfection is something to reach for not necessarily obtained and I can thank it when it approves. But, once in a very great while it gets slippery. Soapy, three quarters full, long water balloon slippery. And that is scary. When it is slippery, I mentally grasp at it and it slips out from my grip. It almost laughs at my attempt to hold onto it. I try to wrangle it in from a different angle. I can’t trick my mind that way because it sees me coming and slides effortlessly into its own corners and sneers at my meager attempt to capture it. It delights in being in control and running away from me. The harder I try to gain the upper hand, the less ability I have to contain it. It is like the frantic water balloon dance between the holder and the soapy balloon. Slip, grasp, slip, grasp. Jerky movements, hurriedly made in a fruitless attempt to catch hold of a very determined eel-like object that slithers efficiently and effortlessly out of the holder’s hands. So far, each time this happens the soapy balloon makes a decision to settle down and rest within the holder’s arms. The thoughts calm down, the fear subsides. Yet, the holder wonders when the time will come that the balloon will make its final escape and crash and burst onto the ground.