The Day I Almost Died

  Every single last person I am friends with has told me at one point in our friendship, that I'm dramatic, some have even said I'm overly dramatic, and would say so again with one glance at the title of my post, but no, this time I'm not simply being dramatic (at least not too much) last evening, I truly almost died, but, I'm here to tell the tale.

  I believe it was last Saturday when the fair came to town, and my family was properly excited about it for we have never gone before. We had originally planned to go this Monday but it was pouring down rain, so we postponed our visit till yesterday. We hustled to the fairgrounds which happened to be very muddy, and after getting our wrist bands, and parking, we began our trek around the premises.

  Since this was my first fair,  I was extraordinarily excited when I discovered that all the rides were free,  Diane and I, as well as Mum and Sean, all rode the Ferris Wheel, which was fun and definitely a good choice for our first ride. The couple that sat in the cart next to us was very busy, the girl was taking selfies, and the guy was smoking, which wasn't pleasant at all because at every turn of the Ferris Wheel I got a face full of his smoke. At the top of the wheel I could see all the other rides which looked pretty intense to my typically timid self. The one ride that scared me above all others was this great almost roller coaster like capsule that people buckled into and went flipping and spinning upside down in. I told myself that there was no way I'd do that ride, no way.

  After getting off the Ferris wheel my Mum and Sean went to my Dad who was reserving seats for us at the bull riding event/rodeo. Eldon stared up at the capsule of doom and declared he would never ride it, so instead we three made our way to the flying car ride, which wasn't the most fun.

  It was after that ride however that Eldon seemed to have found his adventurous side and declared that us girls would ride with him in the capsule of doom.  I won't say that I was against the idea completely but I shuddered at all the piercing screams that sounded every time the monstrous thing flipped. Diane and I shared one compartment, and Eldon sat right behind us, offering comforting words prior to the ride.

  We were all supposed to pull a shoulder guard over our heads, and latch our seat belts, which we did. Unfortunately, my shoulder guard didn't lock, and I knew that when the capsule started flipping I'd be hanging upside down only by my seat belt. No words can describe the terror, and perhaps even the beginning of hysteria that took over me when the guy in charge flipped down the side gate to the capsule and started it up.
  I have always been really sensitive to motion sickness and I do believe that I might have barfed if I wasn't so busy being terrified out of my wits. The capsule started swinging up one side and then went down the other, it was a mild thing, like as if I was swinging. and then slowly I could feel us ascending and finally in a flash of speed we went hurtling up and up and the capsule starting flipping to the other side. Also known as a brief period of hanging upside down. Diane and I shrieked hysterically and as I hung up there kept from a plummet to my doom only by a measly seat belt, I knew, I just knew that this was it, I was going to die.

  Every time I watched a movie, and someone was about to die they seemed to fight for life, and in the comfort of my living room I thought that if I was ever in  a dire situation I'd just up and die, and spare me all the trouble of trying to stay alive. Not true.

  Over and over that horrendous capsule flipped and over and over I screamed and fought for my dear life , clinging to the rails and banging my wrists into the bars as I hung suspended by nothing other than my flimsy seat belt, the safety guard being utterly useless.. My flip flops constantly threatened to fall off and I'd only catch them when the capsule had finished a flip.

  There are many books out in the world, where the main characters are said to be Christians, and they pray only when they are about to die, I always thought it was ridiculous to save prayers for just those times, and while it is true that I still think along those lines, I myself, was praying fervently every time the capsule flipped so I shall not judge such books too harshly anymore.

  Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of hanging, the capsule flipped a final time and stood suspended upside down for such a long period of time, that I thought for certain that the operator had no heart. Eventually the ride was over and I stumbled out with swollen knee caps and bruised wrists, and praying prayers of thanks for surviving that malfunctioning seat of horror. I'm not sure what all I was hitting during that awful ride, but I'm still sore this morning, and still have visible bruise marks from it.

  While it is true that the rest of the fair was absolutely splendid heaps of fun, and that I got to have more enjoyable rides, I shall never again ride such a thing again, especially not one with a faulty safety device, and I'm certain that roller coasters and I would not be friends.

Happy Homemaker Monday

The weather.....   It is with much sorry resignation that I say that Summer has pretty much come to a close now. It is chilly right now, and mizzling (which is a new word I just learned, I suppose I can't help but learn things what with school and all.)

Right now I am....  every single time I read this question I feel tempted to say that I'm writing a blog post, as if you didn't already know it. But I shall try to behave myself, I am ready to create a page in my collage journal, and potentially write a story that I'm pondering.

Thinking.... That it's been far too long since I've made a new post. I knew I was going to spend a lazy Summer, but it was so lazy in fact that I didn't even bother to think up an excuse for me not writing on my dear little blog.

On my reading pile....I've had to split my reading pile into multiple stacks because it started to teeter and totter most dangerously. I love to read, and I am satisfied with the number of books that I've read this Summer.  I've been reading an odd assortment of books, a bunch of Christian fiction, Historical fiction, war diaries, classical books by Mark Twain, and Dickens, and even a Dave Dawson book that used to be my Dad's favorite when he was a boy.


On my TV..... We girls just finished the World of Dance season, I must say that it was a splendid show, my feelings on the winners won't be disclosed for I feel them to be too snarky for my blog.

Listening to..... It's an old song, "One Step at a Time" by Jordin Sparks. I recently rediscovered that song and listened to it almost daily since then. It's crazy to think that's it's been about a decade since it was produced.

Something fun to share.... Hm, this one requires thought, sometimes I think I can be deathly dull, and right at the moment, I am just one yawn short of deadening.  All seriousness aside, I talked on the phone yesterday, and that's not a big deal at all to anyone other than me, I am utterly terrified of talking on the phone, so when my cousin, whom I know very well called me, I almost fainted, it turns out that talking on the phone isn't that alarming after all, though I was sweating like a moose during it all.

Blog hopping (newly discovered blog).... I haven't really been doing much of anything related to blogging lately, therefore I have not discovered a new blog.

On the menu for this week.... I definitely hope it's food, sadly every single restaurant I've ever been to had only words on the menu, sometimes, if I'm lucky, they'll have pictures.

On my to do list.... Recently (as in two days ago) I started a to do list again, and my, but it's long. A few of the things on it are very typical, just the usual household chores, and then a few little things like lighting a candle, or baking.

In the craft basket.... My crafting has taken over the space in my room, I have boxes filled with pictures and phrases that I use in my creative and collage journals, and so much yarn, lace, buttons, book cloth, and various other things that I love to use on a weekly basis.

Looking forward to this week.... Since I'm not so sure what our plans are for this week, the thing that I'm looking forward to is Friday, I guess school just does that to a person.

Looking around the house.... I see tidiness. I have no idea if you can technically see tidiness, but I will assume you can. My Mum's brother and his family stopped in for a visit this morning, and there's nothing like an unexpected visit from family to set a house to rights.

Bible verse, Devotional.... This is not just one verse, but rather two. I am just finishing up the book of Jeremiah as I work my way through the Bible, and I thought that this scripture was beautiful.
Jeremiah 17:7-8  Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when the heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

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