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-part 2

Last week I introduced you to Granny who lives very close to a bunch of grandchildren. She writes stories to help her grandchildren learn Greek Mythology, a subject the girls are having trouble understanding.


“Gran, isn’t Cassie a little too young for mythology; this is my second time studying it and it’s too confusing.”

“You can leave if you want to, Julie Beth; maybe call your friends, play computer games, whatever. . .as for me, I plan to read my story.”

The teen edges into the room and fiddles with her cell phone so I say, “no calls while I read, thank you.”

With a dramatic sigh, Julie shoves her pink phone in her team jacket and twirls long dark strands of hair around a finger trying to look bored, but she doesn’t fool me because once upon a time, I was her age.

Again I cleared my voice wishing for the glass of Chardonnay that must come later and now I began; “In the land of Corinth, a boy child was born to King Aeolus and his queen; their first child and the King paced back and forth in his chamber playing a little game of “Don’t Complain if you lose or Off with Your Head,” with his barber which is kind of like Monopoly. No one liked to play games with the King because he was a sore loser and not a nice guy. When the nurse announced the Royal Babe was born, the King bellowed she should unwrap his son; he never spoke softly because he didn’t need a loudspeaker when he performed at concerts with his group, Oneshot and the Hotspots famous throughout the Galaxy and suburbs. Nurse NotSoShy held up the new prince for all to see and ooh’s and ah’s bounced off stone walls giving quite a reverb as the gentle folks commented,” The little prince is not so little.”

In later years, when the prince was ten or eleven, he and his groupies sold tee shirts at the concerts that were stamped Buy or Die.

Tune in for more goofiness next week.

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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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The Last Touch of the WIP

When last seen, Shari hurried into the men’s room, saw a tall handsome guy washing off his um hands and raced to the bathroom. Her last words were, “Well, I’ve seen more of you than you have of me.”


The doctor and his former patient sat close together in a restaurant, near the music. She put her finger against her lips to indicate she had something to say.

“Years ago when you were my doctor and I was expecting, we saw each other often and my husband decided this wasn’t healthy. He began searching for a new home in another town once we had the baby and so it went. We had fallen in love with each other and he sensed it. I want you to know I loved him but I never forgot you.

Joan, I felt and still feel the same way about you and after a while as we get reaquainted, I want us to marry and we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.

He held his hand out for a dance; they fit so well together and Joan said, “I do, my love, I do.”

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Here comes the WIP, for better or worse

Last week, we discovered another character, the doctor who twenty -four years before, delivered Joan’s daughter Shari, now a Captain in the Army. And then to his delight, he discovers beautiful Joan, at the Saturday Skeet Shoot.  They hug as Shari watches from afar and the older couple, both no longer married, make plans for dinner.

excerpt: “Honey, I’m sorry to leave you alone but he’s invited me to dinner and dancing at a club where the music is slow.”

“Mom, it’s fine, I need some rest; the baby bump is wearing me out; she rubbed her tummy in expression.”

The kind doctor sat next to Shari and as a physycian, he had a few questions. “You’ve lived a hectic few years overseas and now, suddenly, you’re a pregnant widow. This is a difficult time for you but pardon my intrusion, my son is divorced, a doctor in practice with me, and he’s lonely so maybe you two can get together.”

Shari gave a laugh, said that would be cool but right now she had to go to the bathroom and away she went in search of the ladies room. Down the hall, she saw men’s room no ladies room in sight so she marched right in to find a man tapping off his privates, then washing his hands. Since she had a serious need to go to the bathroom, she hurried in, finished and left to find the good looking young man still at the sink.

“I thought I saw a woman rush in but couldn’t believe it until I saw your Army shirt.”

“Well sir, I saw more of you than you saw of me.”

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The WIP and what’s happening now

After all the tragedy losing her husband, then Shari’s Mom Joan asks her a serious question.

“Did you love Chris? When you spoke to him you appeared to be merely friends.” Shari’s sad face expressed a world of grief. “Mom, I barely knew him. We met at a party, had sex and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant. Life was so different over there, so crazy in many ways. I never should have joined the military and now I’m trapped but at least the baby has a father on her birth certificate.

Excerpt: “Mom, where are you heading?”

“It’s Skeet day at the club. I joined and I’ll be back in a couple of hours so relax, walk  the dogs.”

“I can shoot and well because dad taught me so I’m going too; wait while I change.”

At the club, while Joan got in line after introducing her Army Captain daughter, a pleasant man spoke to Shari. “I’m a doctor and my advice to you is to relax; no shooting in your condition. Shari heard his name and cried out, “Wait just a darn minute; you delivered me years ago, I’ve heard your name from my mom.”

The doctor’s eyes lit up and he said, “Is she here, wait I see her just as beautiful as ever.”

She thought, Oh my God, mom’s single and men will be after her.

The nice doctor rushed over to take Joan’s hand and from a distance, Shari watched a romance begin.

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