Stories Three Kesti Writes

May 8, 2007

"Boot Held Hostage"

This happened at my lake home. I had a big black Labrador dog. He was the nicest

dog in the world. He knew the boundaries of my property and would patrol them, never going out of the yard unless I walked him.

He would bark at some things, yes, but that was his job.

The next door neighbor was an accountant. He lived with his wife. I don't think they

got along as at times I could hear them arguing and it would make Boca bark.

The guy who I will call Bob, (because that is his name, nickname is Butch) hated

Boca with a passion. He would glare at him and Boca would stop, stare and bark a few

times as he ran the property line.

One day as I was sitting on my love seat, watching the waves on the lake beyond my

front door, I saw the neighbor kick off his boots to go wading for whatever reason.

One of the boots flew over the property line and Boca was on it in seconds. He happily carried it towards the house. Oh Dear, I thought. I moved to a near window to

watch what would happen. Bob, came tearing after the dog.

The dog came up to the porch and sat holding the boot. Bob reached for it and Boca

gave out with a low deep growl. Bob backed away, and hollered, "Give Me, my boot!"

Boca growled again. I was laughing so hard and trying to be quiet . I

didn't dare let him know I thought it was funny. I had taught Boca to play that game.

Poor Bob, didn't know the magic word was "TREAT" and then Boca would let go.

The "game" went on for about five minutes and Bob became more angry

and I think frightened. I finally composed myself, went to the door, said "Treat "and let Boca into the house.

The neighbor grabbed his boot, didn't say a word and left the yard.

I gave Boca his "crunchy bone" treat.

Bob never glared at Boca again that I ever witnessed.

May 8, 2007

"Water Gush"

Rick was visiting one day, (you remember Rick from the boat incident, don't you?)

It seems storms followed him around as it had been a nice sunny day that day

as well, before he arrived. A big thunderstorm came up so I turned on the TV

to see if there were warnings. Sure enough, we were supposed to head for

shelter. He didn't think it was necessary, (big surprise) but I convinced him to

come with me down to the basement. We went into my beautiful laundry room.

It was carpeted, had pretty yellow cabinets,

Sliding door closets, washer, dryer and sink and a glassed in shower.

I turned on the light as not much light was coming in through the window. I pulled

the curtain aside and was shocked to see the window well full of water.

My home was on high ground and I had never seen water in the window well before.

I said, " Rick, look, the window well is full of water"

I was just thinking how great it was that not a drop was coming in, when,

(you won't believe this)

Rick reached up and opened the lock. The window flew open and water

drenched both of us, went all over the washer and dryer, the carpet and

the counter in a split second.

I stood there with an incredulous look on my face and asked,

"Why did you do that?"

He looked surprised too and said,

" I don't know."

Oh My...what a mess that was to clean up. He did help me.

We forgot all about going to the wine cellar to sit out the storm.

We were too busy cleaning up the mess.

May 8, 2007

"Naked Under the Bed"

This happened when I was fifteen at our Lake home. It was after my parents had

purchased my Gramma's home from the estate. Mom had worked hard

painting and wallpapering, and re-furbishing so she invited my five Aunts, (her sisters)

to have lunch and see the improvements. My cousin Liz and I had been

swimming and we went upstairs to change back into our clothes. No sooner had I

slipped off my wet suit, when we heard my Mom and her sisters coming up the stairs

to see the improvements. Liz still had her swim suit on. The bathroom where I was

changing had no door on it. Oh My Word! I grabbed my wet suit and dove

under the antique bed in the nearest bedroom. I motioned to Liz to not say a word.

Soon I heard all of them buzzing about how nice it looked, etc;

There were four bedrooms

and the one I was in, was the last one they looked at. My Mom had put an old

wood stove in there that she found in the shed. It was an antique so she hooked

it up to the chimney that came through that room to make it look like

it could be used.

Her sisters knew that my Dad only came up on weekends, so one of them teased,

"Girls, Look here, I think EV must have a man living

here during the week, a stove and everything.

They all laughed. Then her oldest sister said,

"I'll bet he is hiding under the bed."

OH MY GOD!

With that she reached down and pulled up the bedspread and

looked under the bed!

She saw me in the semi darkness and screamed, There is a naked

body under there!

All of them started screaming

except my Mom, who immediately pulled up the bedspread

and looked under the bed. In an exasperated voice, she said,

"KESTI, What are you doing under there?"

I still was holding my rolled up wet swim suit so I showed it to her.

I also glared at her, I was totally embarrassed,

and was sure my cousin had "ratted me out".

The Aunts and my Mom filed back downstairs...the Aunts were still laughing.

Liz was standing there looking frightened when I slid out from under the bed.

She swore she didn't say a word.

Later, my Mom convinced me it was just a coincidence.

Moral of this story: Never remove a wet swim suit when crazy Aunts are in the house.

I ran across some poems that I wrote some time ago.

I hope you enjoy them. Kes

'Ink Well'

Magic pen

Taking me to places

Cameras have never been

Down the corridors of darkness

Into Galaxies alight

With sights so magnificent

Magic pen

Stirring my emotions

Making me sad

Or angered

or humble.

Magic pen

Making me feel guilt

With your down stroke

Because of you

I can do anything

You can squiggle.

Throw out your

Line and Reel

me in...

Magic Pen...

I Love you!

'Flashback'

Memories of you

Penetrate

the loneliness

Like a wisp

Of yesterday

Watching me

Seeking my

attention...

Reminding me

Of what we had...

'Solar Luv'

I lay my naked body before him

And soon my lover peeks

From behind a cloud to stare at me

With golden tongue he licks my skin

From head to toe

Hungering for the taste of me

The ecstasy I feel...like none other

I have ever known.

I roll to my stomach to give my back

A thrill and let him have his way...

A breeze comes cross to cool the heat

Of passion that I feel

And soon I know that it must cease

For to linger ...His fiery breath

I'd surely feel

And ruin tomorrows fun....

'The Old Shed'

It stood alone

In a plum orchard

Licked grey

By weathers tongue

A lopsided door

By one hinge hung...

A paneless window

Watched the hill below

A grindstone

In one corner stood

Complete with can

Where water dripped

On whirling wheel

In days gone by.

A burlap bag lay empty

Once plump with corn

Where chipmunks fed

Earthy smells

Leaped out at you

And held you in its center

That's when you knew

That everything

That ever was

Or ever would be

Was somehow

Contained within its walls.

Life's essence...captured

In a weathered old shed

In a plum orchard

Overlooking a hill....

Kesti16© 7-19-1988

May 10, 2007

"Drowning"

I was fourteen and it was summer. My brother, my best girlfriend and I decided to

ride our bikes to the City pool. It took us almost an hour to ride there but we

were energetic and went through traffic like pros.

We locked our bikes at the bike racks and rented lockers for our clothes.

We had to shower before going into the pool. I went into the five foot pool as I

was trying to learn how to swim. I would hold my breath and swim until I was out

of breath, then walk on my toes, wait for awhile and then swim again.

I didn't know you were supposed to breathe while swimming. OK, I was dumb.

My brother and friend assured me that I was doing very well and tried to talk me

into going into the nine foot pool. I said, no several times. They kept begging me.

Finally I decided to try it as they said they would help me if I got into trouble.

We went into the center of the pool which was really stupid as once I swam to the

middle I was a long way from all sides. When I ran out of breath, I told them

I needed help. They both swam to me and I did a strangle hold on both of them

and we all went under. I can still hear the bubbling water pressure.

All of a sudden, we all popped out of the water. I looked at the panic look in their

eyes and I knew I had to let go of them.

I let go and they treaded water, I took one breath and down I went again.

The water pressure was deafening. I bounced back to the top.

This time I had enough sense to holler help before I went under again.

(My brother and friend, were still just treading water, looking scared).

I saw the life

guard dive off the tower, just before I went under. She dove deep and grabbed me.

As she dragged me to the edge of the pool, I think I swallowed more water than when

I was going up and down in the pool. When she got me to the edge, she said to

wait ten minutes before I went in again. TEN MINUTES? Was she kidding?

I was NEVER going into a deep pool again!

I was so shook up that I decided to go home. My brother and friend didn't

dare argue with me. They left with me.

When I got home, I was still shaking. I had always heard that

if you go under, the third time you die.

I think, since I took a deep breath each time and

had enough sense to shut my mouth under water, I could have gone under quite a few

more times, but that day I felt I had escaped death by seconds. I never did learn to

swim and I am afraid of the water besides. When I got home I tried to tell

everyone that I had almost drowned. No one even cared as they were busy

talking about some big sports event that was on that evening. Hmmmm,

maybe that is why I hate sports .

I did learn not to let people talk me into things and to always use my own judgement

from that episode, at least.

May 11, 2007

'The Dance"

My parents loved to invite their relatives over when

I was little. All of the gatherings were at our house

it seemed to me. My Mom was always a great cook and hostess.

Once all of the guests had arrived,

my Dad would make his appearance. He would rush

into the double living room, his hand extended as if to shake the hand

of the first person he saw, then he would trip and fall flat on his face. This made

everyone laugh after the first intake of breath as they realized this was his

usual entry. He loved making people laugh. During the evening, they

would ask my Mom to do her "Native Dance". She was Swedish but

had worked on the reservation as a teachers assistant for a few years.

She had learned their dances. She would always say no and turned

red in her cheeks. After they begged for awhile she would do some.

When all of the guests would leave, my sister and brother and I would

ask her to do the dance again. She always said no. One night she

did do it for us and then said. "That's enough now!" and never did it for

us again. (I always wondered about that)

I think I learned my love for dancing from my Dad. He taught me to tap dance

when I was little. It was such fun.

I think my Mom secretly thought dancing was a sin.

I think dancing is the most wonderful feeling in the world.

(so it must be a sin)...hahaha

::::::kidding:::::::

"The Dance"

The music Beckons me

With a pull so strong

I cannot resist

Transformed

The dance floor

Under my feet

The music pulses

To my very soul

Lifting me

Spinning me

Every cell

Alight with fire

Bursting forth

Fusing a vibrating

Web of energy

Around my being

I sense Angels smiling

Tapping out the beat

On golden tambourines.

May 12, 2007

"Bad Dog"

His name was Brownie and I loved him, but they thought he was bad.

He followed my sister and me to my Gramma's neighbors and he got

into their chicken coop and chased fifty chickens until most of them died.

He was a half grown dog with lots of energy. He had never seen chickens

before and when they ran, he chased them. The coop was far

from the house but the farmer heard the chickens squawking and squawking.

By the time he got there, most were dead. He was so angry. He chased

my dog and he hid in the culvert under the entrance to the driveway.

The farmer got a long pole and poked at him to try to get him out. I saw

what he was doing and started to cry. He said I would have to pay for

the chickens. I was only five years old. Brownie followed us home

and my sister told Gramma what the farmer said. She called my Dad

and he came to Grammas, paid for

the chickens and took my dog. They told me he was going to

go to school and learn dog obedience. Yeah right, I never saw him

again, though I asked about him many times.

I guess he never graduated.

May 12, 2007

"Twin Kittens"

When I was seven, I was given two black kittens

by a neighbor. They were so adorable. Tiny little faces,

sparkling eyes full of mischief. Soft as silk they were.

I can still see them clearly in my mind's eye.

They were never still when they were awake.

They chased each other round and round the house.

My sister was in charge of the house at the time as Mom

was staying with Gramma as she was sick.

My sister was 20. She kept the house immaculate

and kept us kids in line too. One day when I came home

the kittens were gone. I asked where they were and no one knew.

I called them and called them and even after dark, I was outdoors

calling for them. I cried and cried with loneliness for them.

After three nights I quit calling them , my

heart was broken. Later I heard my sister talking to her friend

She made my Dad take the kittens to the humane society because

they were ruining the white organdy curtains bye running up and down

them all the time.

I never said anything because it was impolite to listen in on

conversations.

I would have gotten spanked.

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