Here it is—Monday morning, December 17, 2012 on a lovely L.A. day. As you can see, I have quickly adapted (or reverted) to my California lifestyle!
I am lying in bed watching Good Day L.A. with Steve Edwards and some other lady… hold the phone! Where are Jillian Reynolds and Dorothy Lucey? I know I’ve been away at college for four months, but no one told me that Jillian and Dorothy left Steve all by himself. It looks like I’m gonna have to turn the channel and watch KTLA Morning News. If there’s no more Jillian and Dorothy, then there ain’t gon’ be no more Natasha—I’m just sayin’!
You know, while we’re on the subject of changes, since my return home a couple of days ago, I have noticed a bit of a change in the air. I’ll tell you what I mean: When I came home from church yesterday, I just lay across my bed and listened to the silence for maybe a half hour. I was in serious daydream mode—heck, I was even thinking about Ruby Jean and Neo Theo.
And that’s when I heard Mom enter my room.
“You okay, Smurfette?” she asked.
That’s one thing that’s never gonna change—I’m always gonna be Mom’s little Smurfette, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Yes, Ma’am—I’m fine,” I answered.
“Well, how come neither your TV nor your radio is on?”
If she hadn’t said anything about it, I would’ve never noticed. I usually would have my radio and/or television on. I guess I just didn’t want to have it on. I explained to Mom that I was just in deep thought over the fact that I felt like a stranger in my own hometown. I went on to tell Mom how I had longed for home for the past four months while I was at Rust that it was all I talked about. “And now that I’m back home, Mom, it’s as though everything has changed—ain’t nothin’ the same no mo’.”
Mom simply kissed me on my cheek, hugged me tight, and said with a smile: “But the bottom line is that you’re home now, Smurfette.”
Leave it to Mom to cheer me up the best way she knows how, but I think I need a second opinion. I’m gonna talk to Gramma Jewel this evening.
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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