A Leg Up On Sisyphus-part 4

Moving along, Granny tells her story with a purpose.


Granny’s lap is numb from Cassie’s weight so she signals Julie to lift the cutie and place her on the couch while she stretches and reaches for the sky with closed eyes.

Julie said,”Gran this isn’t exactly the myth of Sisyphus I’ve been trying to read” and Grans comes back with a snappy retort, “It’s close enough for you to get the general idea so bring us some tea and a few cookies I smell coming from the kitchen and we’ll move on.”

She’s off and running, back without a splash to settle nice and comfy and so do several of her swim team mates who pile in, giggle and wave, melt into the floor like the boneless wonders they are, obviously texted by Julie to hurry and Gran wonder if there’s such a word as texted or texting?

“Here comes the good part so listen up; you’ve all heard of Zeus?” and she looks at the unwrinkled teens; then Gina said, “Like Dr. Seuss? and Katie said, “No dummy, Granny means The Zoot Suits, a big group from the, uh, 50’s; were you alive then, Gran?”

Granny stifles a laugh to glance around the room where Allison is sprawled near the fireplace, Sean glued to her side and she waves a hand—hands—they’r’e holding hands.

They decided to catch her act in person; maybe she should tap dance. “Zeuss was no ordinary god, he was the top of the heap, macho and muscled like you wouldn’t believe without going to the gym and known as one of the seven wonders of the World but his fatal flaw was he liked pretty women, bunches of them.

Is it any wonder that Sisyphus totally jealous of him, decided to spread gossip to ruin Zeuss’s reputation just like some jerks you know at school and when Zeuss found out, he ordered his brother ,Hades, god of the underworld, to put Sisyphus in handcuffs, newly invented at the time; very creative, the Greeks who also cooked up nifty meatballs or was that the Italians? But Sisyphus tricked Hades, who must have been dumber than dirt, by asking Hades to try on the handcuffs first to show him how they worked– in other words, Hades was grounded.

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A Leg Up On Sisyphus-part 3

When we met last week, all mayhem happened. The King was revealed to be in a Rock and Roll Band called Oneshot and the Hotspots; his newborn son was born and a comely lad he is, towns people admired him verily and a lot.

excerpt: Comely was he with black hair in ringlets needing a good shampoo, a combing and maybe a blow-out. Baby blue eyes you could  die for-that’s where the expression came from-and lots of people actually did.

Anyone who touched him had his hand chopped off if the babe cried; they named him Sisyphus but the kingdom whispered Sissy Face in secret because of his beauty.

I felt Julie move closer to me and didn’t glance up, afraid if I did the two of us would crack up and break the spell I attempted to weave.

It was just as well little Cassie’s small body grew heavier on my lap since she drifted off to sleep.

Another boy was born to the King and Queen Nottonightdear but there is little information about him so listen carefully for a small bit about what Sisyphus did to his brother, like his band of thugs who wore shiny black togas and rode around on two-wheelers called Voom-Voomers. Gold was up; his brother cried a lot and left Corinth for the land of Oh Papa Dow in hopes the market would improve his bad fortune.

Sisyphus became known as a really bad dude, I explained and Julie said no one talks that way anymore, Grans.

A crackle came from the speaker system and sure enough, I heard granddaughter Alison’s laughter come through along with a deeper voice; must be Sean, her boyfriend, they are sixteen, listening in on the sound system connecting all the rooms in the old house.

“Allison” said Julie Beth,”I’m the captain of the Swim Team so what are you the captain of and Sean said, “She’s the captain of me.”

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A Leg Up On Sisyphus

I wrote this a while back and need your feed back. So here we go.


“Granny, Granny, I missed you so much,” my youngest grandchild said as she wrapped herself around my leg and I hung tight to the railing going up the steps.

Lounging in the doorway is another grandchild, Julie, thirteen going on thirty with hormones raging; so pretty, I worry about her.

“What is it with her, Gran?” Julie said, “since you live twenty feet away, you were here this morning and now she greets you as if she hasn’t seen you in a month.”

“You did the same exact thing when you were young, just the way your sisters did so please pick up my work, honey.”

Both girls eyes widen to say “Oh, Granny, a new story for us?” I smile my mysterious Granny smile and say, “Follow me,” and Julie pretends she isn’t interested yet she leans on the door frame reluctant to leave.

I ignore her, open the briefcase, pull out a sheaf of papers, clear my throat and begin to read A Leg Up On Sisyphus.

“You know about him, Gran? and I summon all the wisdom I can project, lift one eyebrow and say, “Doesn’t everyone?”

“Actually, a friend at the library got me interested in mythology and how to make it fun so hush and listen because this is about a man who did a lot of bad stuff and I want you to learn.”

Julie doesn’t know this is for her since she’s studying Greek Mythology and having a hard time.

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