I realize this doesn’t look like a scary book. But that’s because it’s specifically designed to frighten ME personally.
(The book is Calling Invisible Women by Jeanne Ray.)
In this story the protagonist, a doctor’s wife and mother of nearly-grown children, suddenly turns invisible. And no one in her family notices.
As long as they get their dinners cooked and laundry washed, they don’t care if Mom is there or not. Wow, huh?
I’m pretty sure this could happen in my house rather easily.
This idea REALLY scared me, so I asked my husband and daughter:
- Me: Would you notice if I turned invisible?
- GG: What?
- Hus: Are you kidding? What are you talking about?
- Me: Well, there’s this book I’m reading. I wondered… Like if you kept getting your food on time and stuff, would you notice if I just disappeared?
- GG: Of course I would.
- Hus: Where’s the food coming from?
- Me: Well, from me. I’d just be invisible.
- Hus: That’s stupid.
- Me: But would you notice?
- GG: I mean, it might take me a while, but by nighttime I’d be like, Where’s Mom?
- Hus: I’d call the police. I’d say, Hey, my wife is gone and some stranger freak is putting out food.
- GG: Yeah that’s creepy.
- Me: But, I mean… would you notice? That I wasn’t there?
- Hus: What kind of books are you reading anyways?
- GG: So…what’s for dinner?
Needless to say, these were not reassuring answers.
But I guess it’s about what I would have expected.
So I guess I’ll go make dinner now…
Remember when I posted a braggy little piece about my lovely new living room rug?
This is what I would like for you to think that my house looks like.
Unfortunately, it only looked like that for the three seconds it took for me to snap that photo. Then…
THE KIDS CAME HOME.
First this happened. (They call it “playing.”)
And then someone broke the refrigerator. (And left it. Just like this.)
And then someone else got ahold of some scissors and attacked my couch. (WHY??!!)
This is why I can’t have nice things…
I’ve been sick all weekend.
And by the above title, I do not mean I was “Knock-Knock-Knockin on Heaven’s Door.”
It’s more like, “Scratching Helplessly at the Doggie-Door of Death.”
I don’t get sick often, although it’s interesting to note I got sick at this same time last year.
(To read that heart-warming story click here.)
In any case, this time it was step throat that almost killed me.
But I did not die. I rose from my bed of sweat and snot and sickness, and I went forth… to cook for and clean up after people.
What an anti-climax, right?
I bought a new rug for the living room. Doesn’t it look nice?
It was on clearance. Really.
My husband came home and I proudly showed him the new rug. (I also mentioned the low price of course. Twice.)
He walked over and examined it. Then he patted it and said, “I’m sorry.”
I said, “WHAT? Why are you apologizing to a rug?! Because it had the bad luck to be bought by ME?!”
He shrugged and nodded a little. “Well,” he added. “You know that everything in our house gets destroyed.”
The sad thing is, I can’t even argue with that.
One Tuesday morning, I was calmly brushing my teeth when I heard a rumbling noise outside.
Hmm, I thought. That sounds like a the trash truck. Good thing I put the trash out last night.
Then I thought, Wait, DID I put the trash out last night?
I remember INTENDING to put the trash out.
But when I first thought of the trash, it was raining out. “I’ll do it later,” I told myself.
I remembered again after dinner. ‘I’ll do it after I finish the dishes,” I told myself.
The next time I remembered, I was already in bed. “I’ll do it in the morning,” I told myself.
GAH!!!! I realized. IT’S MORNING NOW!!!!
I ran downstairs and flew out the front door… in time to see the trash truck disappearing down the street.
I know they saw me chasing them.
I can’t imagine why they didn’t stop…