Hello? Is There Anyone Out There?

When your house is up for sale and you are ready to make a life transformation, you run into the front yard like a “barker” attempting to draw in the crowd.  However, when you arrive you notice the road is void of prospects.  No one came to see the big show.  With only two potential buyers since the listing, we wonder about our financial future.  No tickets have been purchased nor has any bartering happened.  We are Just a couple of clowns hoping to make a break for the nearest gate.  The big top has gotten too large for us.  We need to sell the show to the younger generation, new talent with bodies full of full of energy, ready to put in some work.

We need to join a traveling circus.  That way we have a few breaks here and there, and we are not “ON” every night.  We also have way too many props so we will need to sell a few of those.  The popcorn can stay as it is certainly one of my favorite snacks.  The big orange “Circus Peanuts” are way too sweet so they will have to go.  No more trapeze walking either.  Trying to balance the costs of running this place coupled with Lion’s at our door has left a few broken bones.  The two gray Tigers can stay, they are miniature and don’t take up a lot of space.  The posters from long ago, we will photograph those, we can look back on them every now and again.  The two-way mirrors lie so we will leave those behind as well.

Price, well that is something that is in the eye of the fortune teller.  Perhaps she can look into the ball and see how much someone is willing to pay.  Hopefully, we will not hear “My Heart Cries” coming from the band.  The ringmaster controls the bidding and we believe he is the best in the land.  We need a little bit of a safety net, don’t want to plummet to the ground.  We are also banking on the bucket to contain more than confetti, a little cash would be nice.

We are starting to feel like the stiffs and not contortionists when it comes to the work that is remaining.  We keep trying to bend, but our bodies will not comply.  There is sawdust here and there and every now and then a custard pie is sailed at our face.  The elephants love to blow that water everywhere.  They may be adorable but they are quite sneaky.  We pick up a souvenir every now and again.  Tired bones, stretched muscles and wincing at the thought of moving are the ones we pick up most frequently.  Last night we hit the motherlode after a day of cleaning for our second showing.

We feel out staged by the monkeys we simply cannot keep up with their shenanigans.   They keep losing our stuff.  We know we leave things in a certain place and we come back and it’s gone.  Then our balloons keep popping as we are never sure how much air is just enough.  The juggler smirks at us every time we try to do more than three things at once.  This week my husband is trying out for the role as the “Strong Man” as he single-handedly finishes the bathroom.

Even with all this, we see the twinkling lights and dream of our future under the little top.  We long to hear the applause from a customer who reads the program and it describes everything they came to see.



Published by: Midlifemimi

My husband and I are working toward a life of simplicity. We have six children and twelve grand-kids. This August we will be expecting our first Great-grandchild. My husband works full time and as of now, I am a stay at home wife. Our big house is up for sale. We currently live in a travel trailer near my husband's work. We recently purchased land and are anxiously looking forward to moving, but there are a few hangups.

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