When Life Hands You Lymes – Part 17

I hope y’all are ready for the seventeenth segment of my fictional story, When Life Hands You Lymes, cause here it is. Tune in next week to find out what happens next. 🙂 
My phone rang right as I pulled into my garage. It was Mom. 
“Are you home, Madalyn?” Mom’s voice was chipper and bright as always. She’s an ace while talking on the phone (unless she’s just woken up, of course). It always sounds as if she’s smiling and happy to be alive. Dad says I take after her in that respect and I take that as a huge compliment. 
“Just pulled in.” Obviously I wasn’t being the ‘chipper-mom-clone’ this time, because Mom’s voice changed to one of concern. 
“Did something bad happen?” I could almost see the wheels of Mom’s brain turning. She’s not the typical worried mom in the least bit, but she does care about us and can be full of sympathy when needed. 
“Just a gigantic headache.” I let out a sigh. “I’m wanting a nice, cool place to lay down in the dark.” 
“You could use Jason’s apartment in the basement.” Jason brings friends home from college so often during his breaks (and did the same while in highschool) that we converted the basement under his wing of the house into a complete suite. 
“That would be perfect.” Feeling lazy, I chose to take the elevator down to the basement, then went though the maze of hallways and doors that lead me to Jason’s area. Mom and I didn’t talk much longer, she was just calling to let me know she and Dad would be at a fundraiser for supper and Darrick was going to be at a friends house, so it would just be Katie and me at home. That suited me fine, I’d be happy just sleeping through supper if possible. I felt tired enough to be able to do that.

I’m not even sure how Thursday morning arrived without me having woken up, but it did. I was hungry, groggy and headache-free when I awoke. I was very willing to take the headache-free part of my life, but set out to fix the hunger part as quickly as possible, then I figured I’d go for a run. I love running. Running makes me feel like I’m doing the next best thing to flying. Really. Flying and running both have the wind rushing in your face. Flying and running both make you tired at the end and flying and running both help you get where you’re going faster than if you walk. Actually, I don’t know how I would know this considering I’ve never actually flown outside of a plane, unless you call jumping off the high diving board flying, but that’s what I imagine. And for being a musician, I have a pretty good imagination. 
Musician. The word brought to mind a mirage of questions. How had I done during the audition? Did I blotch it all because I didn’t feel well? Had I lost my one chance? Determined to not be a gloomy Gus, I hurried up to my dressing room and turned on some praise and worship music as I got read for the day. Feeling all pumped and alive again, I jogged to the kitchen. Believe it or not, I’m actually pretty good at cooking. Baking is more up my alley (I can make the best chocolate cake, after Mom and Katie that is…), but cooking is fun, too. 

2 thoughts on “When Life Hands You Lymes – Part 17

  1. David Mabe says:

    Yes, we musicians can have quite the imagination. I'd like to be able to meet the mind that dreamed up the guitar. It had to be a very intelligent person to be know how to set up the fret system to get the intonation correct. This was a good, though somewhat short, segment. I'm sure part of that is due to you getting packed up and ready to leave for Europe. I hope you have a great weekend. 🙂

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  2. Bekah says:

    I really liked this segment. Can't wait to hear the results from Madalyn's audition. Hopefully we'll find out soon!

    Keep up the good work, Aidyl!

    His Princess,
    Bekah

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