Listening quietly until I heard it again, I said, “There!
That scary noise!”
“I don’t hear a thing,” said Mr. H.
Turning on my side, I decided I must be imagining
things. It was 3 a.m. and we needed sleep. Surely it was nothing threatening or
he’d hear it, too.
The room was as quiet as a tomb and there was not a
sound outside. No cars or train whistles or wind or rain. Total silence.
A perfect time to sleep! But just when I was about to drift off, there it was
again – louder than ever.
Flipping over on my back, I elbowed Mr. H and said, “I
know you heard it that time!” And before he could answer, it happened again.
But that time, it was obvious. We both knew what it was
and broke into irrepressible laughter.
And Mr. H. took great pleasure in saying, “That scary
noise you’ve been hearing is your stomach growling!” Don't you just love making a fool of yourself?
I have nothing against them, but when you have as many as my family does, you get a little bogged down and almost dread the next
We’re a large family. Starting in February, we have at
least one birthday every month until November. Some months have two, November
has three and June has four plus Father’s Day.
And then, of course, December brings the biggest and
most important celebration of all. Everyone celebrates that. At least, everyone
So it seems we’re celebrating every month of the year
except January. We really look forward to that month! We desperately need it to
recover from all the celebrations—to rest up so we can start all over again in
June – our worst month – is the
half-way point. We had a birthday get-together this evening for our eldest son.
That made two birthdays and Father’s Day behind us. We have two more birthdays
before the month is over and then we’ll be on the downhill side. Now that might be a reason to celebrate!
Twice a year, the church I attend hosts a Red Cross
Blood Drive. For the past two years (four times), I have been recruited to work during the
five hour drive – checking people in or making
sure they eat and drink something after they give blood. Most of the workers
attend the church, but a few don’t. At any rate, everyone knows everyone else
and we have a good time.
I worked one of those drives today. In a quiet
moment, I couldn’t help thinking about the first time I gave blood. And the
My first time went smoothly. I was in and out in no
time, without a hitch. So, when the opportunity arose again, I wasn’t the least
bit nervous about it and invited my young daughter, about 20 at the time, to go
along and do a good thing also. She went
Because she was so nervous and afraid, and I feared she’d
back out, I kept telling her there was nothing to it. “A piece of cake!” I
We both passed the little test that is given before
they allow you to give blood. And, after answering a lot of questions, we were
each instructed to lie on a table and were readied for the blood to be drawn.
We were only about four feet apart and I could tell she was getting more
nervous by the second. I kept saying things like, “It’s no big deal.”
“Doesn’t hurt a bit. There’s nothing to it.”
Once we were both hooked up and the blood was
leaving our bodies and going through a small tube into a plastic bag, she began
to relax. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, feeling better about her.
But guess what?
I began to feel queasy! Dizzy! Hot!
The room was spinning and I was sure I
was going to throw up. I motioned for a nurse and told her I was gonna be sick.
I thought she’d immediately unhook me and let me go – but no!She cranked the head of my cot down and then
down some more until I was almost standing on my head. All I could think was, I’m gonna up-chuck and, lying upside down
like this, I’ll choke to death!
Doesn’t anyone care?
Everything was a little out of focus but I couldn’t
forget about my daughter lying over there. I
wonder how she’s doing? I kept thinking.
Then, suddenly, she was standing beside me. And a nurse
appeared and told me I was finished and started helping me up. Relief!
She said, “Please go into the next room and have
some wafers and orange juice and sit for a while before you leave.” We nodded.
As we walked out, my daughter said dryly, “You
were right, Mother. It was a piece of cake. Nuthin’ to it!”
June, named after Juno, the goddess of marriage, is the sixth
month of the year, and is one of the four months with a length of 30 days. Just
like the month of May, no other month begins on the same day as June. This is
also the month with the longest daylight hours of the year.
June's birthstones are the Alexandrite, the Moonstone, and the
Pearl. Its birth flowers are the honeysuckle and the rose.
Those born before June 20th are considered Gemini and those born
after June 21st are under the sign of Cancer.
June 2—Brent Miller
DeGarmo (1987) Singer
Stanley (1962) Writer
Segal (1937) Author and screenwriter of "Love Story."
Carol Oates (1938) Author
Laurel (1890) Actor
June 18--Paul McCartney (1942)
June 21—Lee Horton
June 22--Meryl Streep (1949)
June 23—Chase Gunnoe
June 26--Derek Jeter (1974)
June 27--Bob (Captain Kangaroo)
June 30—Carson Gunnoe
Events in June:
Queen Elizabeth's Diamond Jubilee - Celebration
of the Queen of England's 60 year reign.
Adur Festival - The
annual arts event in West Essex, England runs the first two weeks of June.
National Rocky Road Day
Applesauce Cake Day - June 6th.
Father's Day - First Sunday in June.
Kamehameha Day - June 11th is
a Hawaiian state holiday honoring the first ruler of the one-time kingdom.
Flag Day - June 14th commemorates
the adoption of the American Flag.
Eat Your Vegetables Day - June 17th.
Go Skateboarding Day - Celebrated on June 21.
Kitchen Klutzes of America Day - June
23rd. (That’s me!)
Icelandic folklore says
that bathing naked in the morning dew on June 24th will keep aging at
bay. (Worth a try!)