Jenny can
trace back to the Girl Scouts her troubles. The one great obstacle she faces in
life undoubtedly had its start even earlier – preschool surely – but memory is
comfortingly cooperative and offers no hard evidence. The Girl Scouts - Troop
451 in particular - furnished stark opportunities for Jenny to display what she
likes to call her sore thumb gene.
Genetics provides
an overarching reason for why she always feels so glaringly out of place, not
only releasing her from any fault, but also handily speaking to the question of
why she is such an unsociable being. Or is it asocial, or maybe antisocial? She
hardly cares.
The
problem is not limited to the Girl Scouts, to one lone traumatic event buried
deep in her childhood psyche - a failure to sell her quota of cookies (Mom bought
them up) or the embarrassingly unbroken hunter green of her sash, onto which
myriad badges of achievement should have been crookedly sewn. No, her inability
to ‘get along’, her disinclination to belong, is all-pervasive and, ironically,
all-inclusive.
Like
Groucho, she never cared to join any club that would have her. Church? She is
so vehement an atheist that the Universalists are scandalized, the Buddhists
shocked. Sewing circles? She draws blood far too often and, worse, is
constantly asking who Catherine is and what her relationship to Mr Darcy is,
anyway. No, wait. That was her problem with the East End Early Bird Book Club.
But surely the East End Early Birds was that bunch of foodies who systematically
eschewed dessert.
There
Jenny sits, drumming her fingers before a snap-down shirt, yellow neckerchief
and that awful sash across the Girl Scout’s Manual. Troop 832 has requisitioned
a new leader and Jenny has, once again, failed to find admissible justification
for gracefully bowing out. The summer and ensuing school year yawn before her
as she looks on aghast. What’s even worse is her daughter. Her popular, easy-going,
daughter is horrifyingly, damnably, absolutely over the hunter-green moon.
333 words for including CLUB 3a : an association of persons for some common object usually jointly
supported and meeting periodically; also : a group identified by some common
characteristic b : the meeting place of a club c : an association of persons participating in a plan by
which they agree to make regular payments or purchases in order to secure some
advantage d : nightclub e : an athletic association or team
Kymm! Wasn't sure where you were going until the end but I certainly enjoyed the weaving road that took me there. "over the hunter green moon" That is beautifully funny and a bit melancholy.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Glad you enjoyed the ride, Jo-Anne.
DeleteThanks so much!
Genetics isn't everything, apparently, not if her daughter turned out like that. I enjoyed the full-circle nature of this - it made me want to shout: "But now you have a second chance!" even while knowing it wouldn't help. Like Jo-Anne, I think "over the hunter-green moon" is a fabulous construction. Really great piece! Thanks for sharing it with us! ~Christine (Trifecta Guest Editor)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it, Christine, and thanks for wanting to shout!
DeleteRocking the Guest-Editor gig!
A very interesting read. I really liked how you carried us to the nice twist. Jenny seems very real to me. Great piece.
ReplyDeleteOh, so nice to hear she seems real. Glad you liked it.
DeleteThank you, lumdog!
I like the flow of this piece, the humorous details, and the way it ties together neatly.
ReplyDeleteThat's so nice to hear. Thank you, Xandra!
DeleteGenetics are mystifying with seemingly no rhyme or reason to how they present themselves in families. Captured beautifully here. I, too, love the flow of this, the phrasing, and the ending that ties it neatly together. I'm a big fan of your work in general. Always expect the unexpected when reading your pieces. I like that.
ReplyDeleteTee hee (I'm giggling cause you said "fan").
DeleteGenes... it always sounds like the 'big bones' excuse I used to use. In the end, I think, like nurturing, circumstance and luck, they're all just "there". You have to work with them or let them overpower you...
So glad you liked it.
Thanks for the love, Steph!!!
new band name - Hunter Green Moon
ReplyDeleteI loved where you went with this. At first I thought is was stream of conscienceness then I slowed down and refollowed.
Great ending.
Haha That is a good band name.
DeleteThanks for the love, Lance!! I appreciate the comments.
Poor Jenny. I really feel for her. The emphasis in that last line (horrifyingly, damnably, absolutely) sums up Jenny's mood so well. Really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it. Don't feel too sorry for Jenny though, she digs her own holes : )
DeleteThanks, Sarah!
There's always some of us who can't fit in, and it stings to watch others who do. This is a brilliant story with a surprise twist in the end.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling most of us around here belong to strange clubs of one...
DeleteGlad you liked it, and thanks for saying so, Leftwoods!
Wow, this is a great read!
ReplyDeleteHey, so nice to hear! Thank you, H.L.
DeleteThis was a great, amusing read (:
ReplyDeleteSo glad you were amused : )
DeleteThanks, Draug!
Oy! The things we do for our children. I like the slow roll of this, inexorably downhill. And then...the zinger. Perfect!
ReplyDeleteHa! Right?!
DeleteSo glad you liked it. Thanks, Tina!
This was wonderful, especially the Groucho paragraph, with the drawing blood and Mr. Darcy and shocked Buddhists. And the last line of the story clinched it. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you liked it (I'm partial to the shocked Buddhists myself).
DeleteThank you, Michael, for your kinds words and visit!
Oh my. This could have been me. I call me a loner. My daughter thrives on company.
ReplyDeleteLove the stream of consciousness within the memories.
Gotta line up the excuses so you don't get caught empty handed.
DeleteThanks for the love, Renee!
This all sounds very familiar - liking it, liking it MX
ReplyDeleteHaha Thanks for the visit, yoooooouuuuuu!
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