I’ve been on a blog tour every Monday since February for my book Steel Rose. The first thing I do each Monday morning is check the status of the week’s post. This time, it was The Balloon Author’s View: Inside / Outside. It starts out as a chilling description of the zombies in my head. Later on, I move on to the subject of balloons, saying that I had fifty balloons. I lied. As of last count, I’ve got 68. I was really pleased with the showcasing of my blog, so I walked around my home with another smile.
I started thinking about my upcoming trip to Giant. Each time I emailed or responded to someone’s post, I used an analogy involving balloons. At the nursing home, when I visited Mike, I gave him the briefing of his life about balloons. He found it sweet because I was feeding him a peanut butter chocolate egg. The nurses and security guards were getting a lot of chuckles out of my visit with him.
Home again, I hurried through lunch, eager for my trip to Giant. I had a strong feeling I’d find some balloons there. I could hear them calling to me in my mind. At the store, I headed to the fruit aisle, and voila, a table filled with latex balloons beckoned to me. “Happy Birthday” balloons, beautiful Mylar ones, revolved around the table. Giant was celebrating Earth day with a cake and lots of balloons. Two of them hopped into the cart, but one popped off its string and floated to the ceiling. The woman at the table cut me a slice of cake, and I participated in a drawing for free groceries. The remaining balloon, the one with the butterflies, wrapped its ribbons around me.
The opportunities for balloon buying have just started. There’s a trip to CVS coming up for medicines. I’ve got a doctor’s visit tomorrow and I usually follow those with a balloon purchase or two, especially if the discussion is serious. No wonder I’ve got 68 balloons!